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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