I'm not sure why you've got this feeling that something is wrong. I love you.
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I don't remember who I was before. Before is such a big word. Who I was before...well...before I realized that you don't have to be awake to cry. That sometimes memories leave bruises nobody else can see. But what I really don't remember is the blur of time before she came into my life. I remember the blur, how even then, it seemed as if nothing was specific or stood out. And then, things snapped violently into place. Of course, I was still in pain, more so then I'll ever tell her, and I still mourned my dad and I was still heart broken...But I could deal with it...I don't know. I love you...