Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

Now that I’ve grown and moved away, I try to remember…

the house in Daytona, the ways I would light up when I saw his face,

Building sand castles at the beach and fishing in lakes.

The long drive back to West Virginia and the fun we had playing car games.

But I can’t seem to forget about going months without him and the day he left for good.

I guess he could come back now and try to repair the damage he’s done,

But it will never be the same.


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