8.3.1.

8.3.1. Something I grew up seeing often, it means I love you. Pretty cool huh, it's always stuck with me and i use it still. You would think it was accompanied by good moments worthy to remember, but it never was. It was always at the end of letters. Letters from my father in prison. Guess I was serving a sentence as well. A sentence of absence. My ball and chain was the world. The same world my father was locked away from. The one he was supposed to protect me from. Maybe if he was there I could've be able to overcome even some of the battles I faced with only 8.3.1. numbers that embodied my missing moments and questionable emotions. 8.3.1 meant Iove you, and that's all I had to define. what love really was, so it became mine confusing love bound within 3 numbers .8 letters 3 words and 1 meaning. but it wasnt love, it was lost. cause I didnt know what love really was or how it was shown because I was alone. With only 8.3.1 I Love You and I Lost You.