smile pleas don't go away

i could tell you sad storry about this picter but all can say is its summer which means no more seeing him smile at me as im goofing off no more seating on that grass hill seeing hering him laff i only will get to see you on random Tuesdays wich seem so far away frum now i crave hering you laff at my not so funny jokes or how you make me smile by just a glace in my direction i miss my aristotle and it grows with evry thout about how not ofton i will see him