Farytales don't always have a happy ending do they? And that's the only thing I think of these days. My life and how perfect everyone says it's going to be and how well the father and I get along....... but I know that somethimes it's too much for him and too much for me and neither one of us will admit it to eachother even though we know. I just keep thinking of all the times I cried because we are so happy together. The distace kills me everyday though, not knowing if the next phone call I get will be one telling me that he's MIA or only coming home to be in a oak house below the ground. I wonder everyday if the last time we saw eachother was all I could do, all we could be to make eachother happy. I still spot people on the street from behind thinking it's him and when I catch up to them and see their face I just think of how stupid that was. Our song comes on the radio and I can't help but think of all the times we've been there for eachother. And truthfully I'm scared to tell him what's on my mind because I don't want him to worry. Sometimes I even get the smell of him when I walk into a room as if it lingers around me, but that just makes me smile mostly. I don't really know the point of this writing, I guess I just felt the need to unload a bit that's all.