6.3.1986/age 16


      I can't stand how much I miss you. Every day after you ran to catch your bus to work, I'd wonder how I'd make it until the next day without your arms around me. I long for the seemingly eternal security of your grasp.

      Matthew, I just miss it all so much. Not just the physical, I miss it all and I am so empty without it. All I want is you. I gave everything I could to be with you, and here I am, alone and you're buried in that awful, ugly lilac box in the ground.

      I always thought I knew love before you came along, but we really had it all, didn't we? I just love you so much. I need you. Please come back and help me.




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