Do I?

Do I still make you proud? Do you well? Keep you satisfied?
Do you still think of me as strong?
Do you know how hard I've tried?
I miss your good praise and the way you used to read to me.
The way you gave me sympathy far beyond what anyone else could see.
The way you would read when there was not much else to do.
Let this future bring us memories anew.

:)
randomoscity:
Kayla, I love you.