"If I should stay,
I would only be in your way.
So I'll go, and yet I know,
that I'll think of you each step of the way.
And I.... will always love you.
I wil always... love you.
Bitter-sweet memories,
that is all I am taking with me.
Goodbye, please, don't cry,
cause we both know, I'm not what you need.
And I... will always love you.
I will always... love you.
I hope life treats you kind,
and I hope you have all you dream of.
I wish you joy and happiness,
but above all this I wish you love.
And I... will always love you.
Yes I will always love you..."
He's always kept away the wicked in the world from me, for as long as I can remember. And now as I look down at him from the desk beside of the bed we shared, the small lamp light glowing on his face as he slept the sleep of an angel, I know that this is for the best. I've been doing nothing but holding him back lately, even though he tells me time and time again that I don't. But I can see it in his eyes, in his beautiful blue eyes that he's only saying that to make me feel better. I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want to hurt him, either. He could have gotten a serious push in the Light-Heavyweight division if he hadn't insisted on staying in his current position so he could still be with me as much as he used to. He loved me. That's what hurts. His words, his angelic voice echoes in my mind, "You're the love of my life, Shannon. I love you." And I loved him, too. He stirs in his sleep and my pen haults for a moment as he opens one eye slowly. "Baby, what are you doing?" "Nothing; I just remembered something I wanted to write to my Dad." "Oh, okay," he says, closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep. When I'm sure he's asleep, I continue writing the last letter, before placing it on the pillow beside his head. I brush his golden-blonde hair out of his face and turn off the lamp, kissing his forehead and picking up my suitcase. I would always carry a part of him inside my heart, and I know that he would do the same. He was the love of my life, no matter what. And we would always be together in dreams."I love you, Jason Reso," I say, walking out the door of our bedroom forever.
I would only be in your way.
So I'll go, and yet I know,
that I'll think of you each step of the way.
And I.... will always love you.
I wil always... love you.
Bitter-sweet memories,
that is all I am taking with me.
Goodbye, please, don't cry,
cause we both know, I'm not what you need.
And I... will always love you.
I will always... love you.
I hope life treats you kind,
and I hope you have all you dream of.
I wish you joy and happiness,
but above all this I wish you love.
And I... will always love you.
Yes I will always love you..."
He's always kept away the wicked in the world from me, for as long as I can remember. And now as I look down at him from the desk beside of the bed we shared, the small lamp light glowing on his face as he slept the sleep of an angel, I know that this is for the best. I've been doing nothing but holding him back lately, even though he tells me time and time again that I don't. But I can see it in his eyes, in his beautiful blue eyes that he's only saying that to make me feel better. I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want to hurt him, either. He could have gotten a serious push in the Light-Heavyweight division if he hadn't insisted on staying in his current position so he could still be with me as much as he used to. He loved me. That's what hurts. His words, his angelic voice echoes in my mind, "You're the love of my life, Shannon. I love you." And I loved him, too. He stirs in his sleep and my pen haults for a moment as he opens one eye slowly. "Baby, what are you doing?" "Nothing; I just remembered something I wanted to write to my Dad." "Oh, okay," he says, closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep. When I'm sure he's asleep, I continue writing the last letter, before placing it on the pillow beside his head. I brush his golden-blonde hair out of his face and turn off the lamp, kissing his forehead and picking up my suitcase. I would always carry a part of him inside my heart, and I know that he would do the same. He was the love of my life, no matter what. And we would always be together in dreams."I love you, Jason Reso," I say, walking out the door of our bedroom forever.