Let me start saying "I love you" by a poem I've read.
Remember the day, I borrowed your brand new car and dented it?
I thought you'd kill me.
But you didn't.
Remember the day, I vomited strawberry pie all over your brand new carpet?
I thought you'd hate me.
But you didn't.
Remember the day, I dragged you to the beach, and it really was raining like you said it would?
I thought you'd say, "I told you so."
But you didn't.
Remember the day, I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you really did get jealous?
I thought you'd leave me.
But you didn't.
Remember when I forgot to tell you that dance was, and you ended up wearing jeans?
I thought you'd abndon me.
But you didn't.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do.
But you put up with me.
Loved me.
Protected me.
There were a lot of things I wanted to make up to you,
When you returned from Vietnam.
But you didn't.
That was But you didn't by Merrill Glass. It means a lot to some people. If you pay attention, you'd see why this applies to us. Oh. You don't know who I am. You can't even see me.
I guess I couldn't expect you to. I am dead, after all. All I can do is watch you from another realm, waiting for the day we're together again. How did I die? I guess I could explain that.
