for you to come home from your game
for our next camping trip
for our next fishing trip
for your next birthday party
for the next big boxing match
for the next game of "army"
for the next time you beg for a piggy back ride even though you'd out grown me long ago
for the next time I have to throw you out of the jumper for playing too rough
for the next time you tackle me from behind and knock me down
for the next time I tackle you and get nowhere
for the next time I yell at you to put on some chapstick
for the next time you save me from Riley
for the next time I kick you out of the room
for the next time you own me at xbox
I'm still waiting, I don't know how to stop.
I know you aren't ever coming back, but I still wait for even the slightest chance.
So that I don't have to see the Barron's fall apart anymore.
This cannot be healthy.
