About best friend fighting in Iraq.
|If I lost you, I don't know what I would do.
I fear for your life everyday.
I wish that you could come home to me.
I would jump into your arms and never let go.
I miss the warmth of your hugs.
And the way we fit each other perfectly.
I miss the sound of your laugh.
And that twinkle in your eye.
The way you would look at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I miss how when we held hands, you would rub your thumb along my fore finger.
I miss how you would kiss the top of my head.
And how we would watch Cop shows together.
I miss the way you would call my name.
And the way you always smelled good.
I miss you.
Come back to me soon.