he is a friend when i havent a friend in the world. his voice is always reassuring and his presence makes one feel good inside. he is soothes my soul, gives me hope and happiness when i have none. he makes me happy and feel joy i dont really usually feel. and in parts of his life, i cry right along with him. only voice and story that has truly brought me to tears. he was a good warm-hearted beautiful soul that i just cant help but love and wish i had met.
he was a part of my childhood and now hes a huge part of my life.
i love him and miss him with all my heart.![]()
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and i feel truly deprived at never being able to tell him how he has helped my mind feel peace.


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Especially the part about the twinkle in the eyes that was missing and how if anyone had really cared about him he wouldn't have always have felt so alone reminds me very much of my own reasons for trying to get to know as much as possible about him.
So, she started the fire for Elvis in me, I just took it a whole lot further
