Sometimes i look for hours at old pictures and letters you left for me. I couldn't get tired of seeing that familiar face and the letters of every note that make up the message. I love how you dot your i's and i can still hear your accent when you wrote those and home. I still drown in the curves of your green eyes. I still try to to find the meaning behind those old messages. I'm not likely to find comfort in either of those memories but I'm still trying to find peace in the little things that you called ours. Not sure what to make of it all, four years down the road with plenty more to go. I just wish i had more than one fucking letter, and that you didnt delete my pictures off of my computer. But all thats what i deserved. All i have left is all i deserve.