Each Day Means A New Twenty-four Hours.

I’ve Been Searching A Long Time For Something I Think I Lost. I Felt Like I Found Something When I Saw You Back There.

He Loves You, Really He Does. He'd Love You Even If It Destroyed Him. He Matches You.

The Memory Fades, And I’m Left Hanging On To The Ghosts Of His Words.

When You’ve Been Poor All Your Life, You Never Really Think It Could Be Any Other Way. And Sometimes You’re Even Happy, Because At Least You’ve Got Your Family And Your Health And Your Arms And Legs And A Roof Over Your Head.

Then Day Reaches Out And Touches My Hand With His. He Encloses It In A Handshake. And Just Like That, I Am Linked With Him Again, I Feel The Pulse Of Our Bond And His- Tory And Love Through Our Hands, Like A Wave Of Magic, The Return Of A Long-lost Friend. Of Something Meant To Be. The Feeling Brings Tears To My Eyes. Perhaps We Can Take A Step Forward Together. “hi,” He Says. “i’m Daniel.” “hi,” I Reply. “i’m June.