It's been forever.

Forever and a day.

I can't remember the last time.

I can't remember the first.

But I still remember how much you meant to me.

How much you still mean to me.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for neglecting you.

I've been busy but that's no excuse.

I want to do better, you know I do.

I'm so afraid of disappointing you.

I'm afraid I'll let you down.

I could never live with myself if I did.

I look at you and keep telling myself,

"I can do this. I can make it right."

But I can't. So I don't.

It annoys you. I get it.

It frustrates you. I know.

It hurts you. Forgive me.

I realize this but please be patient with me.

I look back at the past, and see what we've been through.

The ups and the downs, and "I can't believe I said that"s.

You stuck with me through it all, as supportive as you could be.

Kind words and patience, even urges of encouragement.

I'm trying.

I really am.

And I'll get better. I just need a little bit more time.

Then I'll be the very best that I can be.

So until then, just bear with me.

Until then, keep waiting.

Until then, know that I'm trying.

You're my rock.

Don't forget.

You're my dreams.

Keep the faith.

I love you and don't worry-

"Aw, that's beautiful, honey."

I slammed my laptop shut. "Mom! I'm working on something! Why didn't you knock?"

My mother shrugged. "I probably did, but you looked pretty absorbed."

"You could have tapped my shoulder or something."

"I didn't know you wrote poetry, Callie. Is this for Frank?"

My face burned in embarrassment. "No. It's… I'm…Uh…"
She looked at me expectantly.

God, parents are so embarrassing sometimes.

"It's none of your business!" I yelled and flung myself off my chair and out of my room. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and my ears. Her amused laughter echoed through our hall, but just one thing was on my mind.

Will you like it, my dear?

-Because I will be back.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boy Franchise

*Wink Wink* (I hope you understand what I mean in posting this story. Let me know if you do. If not then, Yes, Callie is writing poetry for Frank. Why? Because she hasn't been in any of my stories-while Iola has, I'm being fair-, so I'm just saying she and him took a break but she still loves him, and misses him. Cuz he's great-they both are-. ok bye.)