We all learned a song when we were children that said we were important and somebody loved us.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away"

As we grow older we no longer here this song as much, but this song made me believe that I had found love.

He wrote me many love notes, poems, thoughts, sometimes just a kind word to brighten my day. One day, while sitting in class I opened my binder to find another thoughtful note tucked inside. I opened it with the utmost enthusiasm, but very disappointed to find that all it said inside was:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away"

"How immature," I thought to myself as I stared at the paper in complete disbelief. I wondered how his loving heartfelt poetry mutated into just copying a child's song to paper. I approached you after school for you attempt at an explanation, but the words that left your lips is something I could have never been able to forsee. . .