Behind these hazel eyes.

Recuerdo que una vez me dijiste que si algo te gustaba de mí, eran mis ojos. Decías que eran muy expresivos y podían llegar a cohibir bastante porque tengo una mirada muy fija...

Posiblemente ese momento sea de los pocos recuerdos tuyos que inevitablemente me hacen sonreír.

I miss you, Jenny.

You died on a Saturday morning and I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away. 

Wednesdays.

I'm pushing zero.

Where is my hero?

He's out there, somewhere.

Left of the middle.

And your world falls down

and you're there calling out,

but it's something I can't say,

though it seems the only way...

But it's a game that I can't play...

Not today.

I need to tell you, trying to get through... it's not always easy.

Left of the middle.

It's not that easy.

I wonder how long it'll take me to pull myself together. I wonder why I'm still here. Honestly, I don't really know why I trusted you. I wish I could just step back in time... oh well, I guess it's way too late. However, that doesn't mean anything, just because you're gone doesn't mean it's over.

I'm gonna do my best, from now onwards I'll be taken seriously. I'm sick of being the baddie, the spoiled child, the selfish motherfucker, easily driven by emotions, always acting like a child. For once in my life I'm gonna take charge of what's mine. I'm doing it for myself. This time I ain't leaving, instead I'll give myself a second chance. I deserve it.

You'll see.

Seriously.

Quit playing with fire, otherwise... you'll get burnt. We both know what I mean by 'burnt.'

Selfish motherfucker...

Look how far we've come. :)

It's been... ages. Yeah, it's been ages since I last saw you, yet I still remember the whole thing, the afternoons we spent together, the promises we both made. Many words were left unspoken, basically because they were absolutely unnecessary. I'm sure we'll meet again sometime in the future.

The thing I love about you is that... no matter how far we are from each other, you will always be there. I'm sure.

I trust you. That's what friends are for.