"People are Strange,
When are you’re a Stanger”
I’ve cried over the fact that your gone every night now. Reason being that I convince myself that you’re not, that I’ll wake up and see you smiling again, that you’ll be here to hold my hand when things get tough growing older, that you’ll be the one to walk me down the aisle, and that I’d actually get the chance tell you I love you in the words I never could while you were still here by my side. I miss my papa.. I don’t know how to cope with this.