Curtis came over for what felt the millionth time, we decided to play baseball . so we quickly rushed to my backyard , and he wanted to be batter . i pitched , he swung it so hard , he broke my neighbors window . i just went to the ground laughing , and she still don’t know . i’ll never how he cared for me like my brother’s would . but he did it better . i’d run to him if i had a bad day , or when i just needed a hug or some advice from a pal . i’ll miss him until the day that i die .
Category: Memories
