One Minute, Each Time

(4/4/2010 4:41 AM Original date)
I am sorry, because things are the way they are, and the way things work out. Come out? I am sorry, that I don't see your face in the morning, and I am sorry, that time is priceless, I am so sorry.

Whether sorry or not, here I am, covered in shit, and little by little, I am falling, as I am falling, I am sorry. I am sorry that things work out the way they do.

I am sorry.

Sorry I couldn't give you what you deserved. Whether my ear, my hands, or simply, my body besides yours.
I am sorry, that the answer to your million questions about me, simply, went, "I'm sorry, It's time to move"

And I am sorry I didn't have time to explain, why this had to be

I'm sorry I couldn't promise you tomorrow, because today, is not yet over

I am sorry,

To the friend, who carried my future,



I am sorry,



But they tell me to walk,
That tomorrow will bring
happiness, or maybe a bit more stability.
This is killing me and I'm not sure how you'd react,

But I am on knees, scraped laying down here.

I am sorry for the millions of things that, together we started. I ams sorry for the unfinished stories, for the drawings that were never painted. For this I am sorry, friend of mines.

My Love, My Sweetheart, This I am living without you, and for that too I am sorry. I want to be part of, what will become of me. And I, could never, determine tomorrow.

I will not promise a tomorrow, I will not promise, the same touches. But I will stand, I will stand, and I will try my best, to stay civilized.

I know in Heaven, you'll find Peace

I want to learn how to accept that I will never see your face again, at least not for a long while, and it hurts to think about it. Hector, you touched my life more than you could imagine, and in my head, I've just been hearing you calling my name as soon as you see me, no matter what mood you were in when I came in, "Wendesiiiitaaaaa." I will miss you forever, and ever, and always sexy boy. I remember our little Zara game on Newbury st. Walking down the street and pointing out Zara clothing, then arguing over some, I swore I saw the same ones at H&M and you let it slide because you knew you would win anyway, you have a better eye for these things than I do. I remember all the compliments you gave me on what I was wearing, and all the critizism on the messy stuff that I wore, on those days I didnt look into the mirror before walking out the house. I miss you Hector. I miss your laugh, your smile, your voice. Most of all, I miss the way you would slap my ass, and pinch me. Although both hurt, the slap in the ass was hella sexy I must admit. "You're lucky I love you" Damn right, I am lucky. and I'm lucky I got to meet you, and I'm lucky you learned to like me, and that I learned to like you because I know alot of people didnt. Fuck all the Newbury st customers. FUCK THEM! Newbury st, never again. If it wasnt for Mel and a couple of others, I would say fuck Zara, but my lips are sealed for now. I would've married you, if you liked my stuff....damn! I should've got a surgery :-) Hahaha that made me laugh, and I'm sure it made you laugh! You're running across my mind right now, like right this second, Hey at least I know you're getting fit. Enjoy Heaven till I get there and kick your ass. I love you Hector Antonio Medina Mejia (June 14th, 1983-June 12th, 2010) sexxyboyy <3