Dear Mom,

i wish, ann

dear mom,

we laid there against the grass,

recalling memories that we spent together.

i remember,

hearing some pretty crazy and funny memories,

that we spent.

but the only thing i could think was,

how much i missed the old aaron.

the one who would take mud baths,

with me.

the one who would run away,

when daddy would come with,

his shoe.

the one who brought me flowers,

on my birthday.

the one who hugged me,

and told everyone that he was friends with me.

the one who actually cared about me,

and not his reputation.

"i wish we were kids again,

ann."

"how come?"

i remember seeing him turn to look at me.

and there it was,

the old aaron.

"cause then i be allowed to tell you,

that i love you too."

love,

ann

scribbled over flower