Yes, I am still thinking of you. I never stop. How can I, you are my child. I do get a glimpse of your new world. A world that you have created and the whole intent is to seperate me from it. I do not agree with this world, but I do still love you. I can see that you are doing everything you thought you wanted. But are you happy? It doesnt look like it. Or when you have a bad day do you blame others. Do you blame me?
My world revolved around you. I guess you didnt like it when others tried to share that world. I didnt turn out to be what you wanted. I actually went in an entirely different direction. But you went forward. Doing what you wanted and making it known that you would not be controlled by anyone.
I wish you would come back to me. I wish God would light your path and you would see what real and true love have to offer. Their love is superficial and in all honesty, not from the heart. Their love is from a pocket book.
God bless and keep you. I pray for you all the time. I love you son. I hope you find your way home.
