hey, how are you? something i ask myself everyday about you. its been almost a year since you decided I wasn't good enough for you. how's your new girl? did you smooth things over with your dad? did you decide on which college you want to go to? do you ever see stuff that reminds you of me? i took down the pictures on my wall, the ones we would look at while we would lay together for hours just talking about life and looking in each others eyes with tears because we were just so happy to be together. i miss you michael. come home.