I look at you everyday and see the same boy that I knew about three years ago, except you’re a lot more mature now. You still don’t smile a lot but you don’t look as genuinely happy as you were before. You were the young daisy in my lawn. The limelights helped you grow, like the sun rays always beaming your way. But I want to give you a little shade. I don’t want the sun to wither away my flower. I don’t want the limelight to take you away from me.