I looked up at the stars wondering if she was watching over me. Wondering if she was happy, if she wanted to be here with me. That's all I could do now was wonder and it was killing me I needed her. I needed her like I needed air, without her I was dieing. How could Rodger survive after April died? I wasn't doing it. Why was I so weak?
Would she be happy if I went to be with her. Maybe she would be disappointed. Or sad, or angry. She would want me to go on I think. But it's so hard. So damn hard.
So I just sit here looking up at the stars thinking about her. Angel. My Angel. "I love you"
