If I thought it at all possible I would be that person. For some reason I care.
His words are meaningless but when I hear them I at least know that he is still alive. Because for some reason I care.
He has many regrets and wishes for very different things but does not make actions to acquire such desires.
It is the reason our father did not want to watch us grow and it is the reason our grandfather screamed in my face for forgetting the tacos and it is the reason she continually disappoints and the reason she gets that mean. Right now and maybe for the rest of his life he cannot not do the things he does.
If only for a week I will be that Melissa and if only for a week he can be my gypsy.
For some reason I care. At some point someone, maybe everyone, probably did not care and that is what put us here in the first place.
Why do I?
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