A Letter To Busu

Don't wait until it's too late to tell the people you care about that you love them. There will never be the right time. Just grow a pair and say it.

It is between sessions of my lonely thoughts, in the quiet space of my room, i pick up my last picture of you.

There is something in that smile of yours that reminds me everything is going to be fine, as long as to yourself, you remain true.

It seems like only yesterday you went looking for me when i ran away.

I knew i didn't deserve your sympathy, but you stayed anyway.

The nights i spent with you telling you about my hair,

Your dominating my video camera that at the time didn't seem fair,

Your gentle touch whenever I'm feeling down

And most importantly, your selfless love and your silly frown.

I would give anything to have that again, even for a day,

Even if it means I'd have to come with you the very next day,

But when you hugged me in that dream of which i so loathe to wake

I knew you wouldn't want me there right now, at least not for your sake.

For now i must continue down this road, as lonely as it may seem,

Hoping that one day, i will see you again, my love, my sister, my aunt, my everything in between