StoryWrtier
I stand in my room of my child hood home, starring at the window opposite of my door, the window he once climbed through every night, Its been years since I've been back in this room, I hate to say it, but it's been years since I've thought of him. He was the only person who could warm my heart, he inspired me, encouraged me, and was the only man to ever love me how I deserve. But now he's gone, and its all my fault.