When you left home and moved to Ohio the summer had come to anend.
My best friend goes, I try to follow, running as you disappear.
Stay.
You know how bad this hurts.
It's been three weeks and just gets worse.
Come back to Pa.
Forever this time.
Greg's last day is our last chance to be best friends until wesay "goodbye"
and "I'll try to see you when the weather clears."
Then I went home and prayed that tomorrow you would turn the carright back around.
Evergreen Rd just won't feel the same, since your gone.