dear diary, i miss him. alot. i miss the sound of his keys at the door. i miss the smell of room on sunday mornings when he left to play golf. i miss the way we used to talk about everything and nothing at all. i miss how we used to watch wierd movies at night. i miss how he used to make fun of me bcuz the guy i liked didnt like me. i miss his hugs and his kisses on my forehead. i miss the way he looked when he was worried. i miss how he always wanted to look out for us. i miss his eyes wondering around the world looking for answers to his problem. i miss his silly games. i miss our fights. dad i miss you, im sorry for everything, i wish you could be here with me...i'll wait for you.