on 2011-03-14 @ 2:02 a.m.
Sitting here, listening to For My Father, I'm getting stupidly teary, knowing soon I have to leave you, and how much I will miss being around you, how much I miss you now.
I love these days I'm spending with you, whether it's skating outside or being goofs or just lying with you in your bed while you're sick as a dog unable to say anything to me.