Got sad thinking about how neither of my angels can make it to graduation. Makes me not wanna graduate until they can.

There is something about the times when you tell me everything that make me want to sit and talk to you forever. I don’t want to say a thing. Just you speak. Tell me everything, even if I don’t know the background. I might ask some questions or give some opinion but other than that, I want to hear what you have to say. Just ramble on and on. There is something about the times when you tell me everything that I begin to like you a little more than I did before.