You had another big fight with your father.  I’m beginning to see why you’re so full of angst.  I remember a time when things were simpler.  You and I, we were just friends.  But now we’re fighting to keep our sanity and our families.  I look at that old picture of us, and the flashbacks start playing again.  It’s almost midnight.  I’m still awake, waiting for you, but I don’t think you’re coming this time.  Even though the times were few when you got this way in the past; I still expect the old pattern to repeat itself.  The first time you showed up here I was so surprised.  I sat and listened to you vent though; I felt it was the least I could do.  You fell asleep in that chair; the one that used to sit in the corner.  Every time you were down, you would come to me and I would listen.  I liked it.  It felt good to have you be so trusting and open to me.  We would fall asleep talking every time, and every time I woke up in the morning you were gone.  Life carried on without worry.  Now everything is all wrong, and I miss you.  But I know that you’re not coming back.  That’s what makes it all so much worse.  Because I realize my true feelings for you now, and it’s too late to tell you.  I screwed up, and I can’t turn back time.  That’s why I’m sitting in the dark, listening to the rain, and worrying about you like crazy.  No sleep tonight, just tears.