I hope i get to talk to you Thursday

I’m going to a medium

Hope she’s legit

But it doesn’t matter

We have our special cell phone

I know the peanut gallery keeps reminding me that you can’t come to earth all the time to talk to me. I know your busy doing your soul thang.

But you came the night i needed you

And the first night i learned you were gone

Don’t care what anyone says

I KNOW that was you

Ever had that solid of a chat since then, it was so special, but i know there will be more

Patience is waiting without complaining