My friends ask me to let you go. What if I can’t seem to let you go, huh? You’re E Kent and everyday I look up the sky and wonder whether you’re looking down at me and smiling. Who on earth can let you go, Kent. You’re like this boy that I know who is foolishly stubborn.
You’re already booked as my prom date and you will be helping me in picking out the perfect dress. We don’t have get best dressed or something but as long you’re with me during prom, I’m happy.
I miss you, monkey. Yes I do. A lot, actually.