It’s been a month since you passed and I’m having a hard time today. You were my best friend. My super hero. And now my guardian angel. Things have been crazy and I just wish you were here.
Yeah yeah everyone’s all “shes with you in your heart” but fuck that shit it’s not the same. I still hear your voice. I still see your face. But you’re not here. I wake up in the middle of the night to hear you calling out for me and it takes everything in me not to go and check on you. Because I know you’re not here.
I cant hug you. I cant hiked your hand and watch history documentaries. I cant br iij ng my self to watch any of our shows. Because it’s not the same.
Babe tried his best to help me… but I feel like I’m at a loss. What bbn do bbn I do?
Neuro-dust 