Aka Justin Bobby!

I think about you still, even though we were never really close to know that you looked in the mirror one morning and thought that it all wasnt worth it or it was all worth risking. I’ll never understand why one little high is worth that risk, your child without a mother, your mum without her little baby and your friends (your real friends the ones that were with you before you became pretty) without the girl that would light up the room.

I say we wasn’t close, we were about as close as people’s can be at one time, I wasnt the type of person you wanted and you wasnt the type of girl I wanted but I may have been the person you needed , even you said you spent less time with them people when you knew me, would you still be here if we had somehow made it work? When I found out you had a baby, I was happy not for you but for me, to think that I had one up on you, asif having a baby was some how less than what ive got. Now thinking you had a little boy kills me inside, I know only too well how it feels not growing up without a parent that run away never mind one that died. If he is anything like you though he’ll be fine, I wonder if he has your smile, I hope he does, I hope every time your family look at him they see a little bit of you, I hope one day, some how one day I’ll be able to meet him and even though I don’t know the man he’ll be ill be able to see you again in him. You left soo many people, you left your family and your friends and somehow you left me with this guilt. Typical of you and me, nothing was straight forward and we hung around each other like a bad smell, o I remember when you took that picture of us on the bus, I wish that I had kept it now, just some proof that we knew each other and were friends once upon a time.