Every time I see a friend in need, there’s always two things that happen: I hate myself to the core for not being closer so that I can help him/her, then I become aspired to become to better person more and more. Whenever I think of you, it’s the same thing: I frown knowing I’m not one of those few that can make you smile, then I hope to be the best damn father and husband so that one day, I can raise a child like you that’ll be without all the shit you’re going through.
