Some days I swear I can feel you, splitting the light through the window frame.
The shapes it makes are always warmer, always brighter than the rest of what comes through.
Some days I swear I can hear you sing to me, or whisper my name in the slightest way. It’s like the warmest light now laid across my bedroom floor is somehow actually you and not just sunlight.
Nine months on, and I still can’t believe you’re gone :( I miss you so much. Rip Chris, I will miss you forever.
I love you.
I’ve never spent a lot on finding a remedy.
I guess I figured that it hurt for a reason.
I guess that’s why I’ve always turned to writing it down.
Not just in stories, but the letters in between.
And I guess that’s why it haunts the pages of everything-
I think the thing is that I shut off from everything.
From friends and family and my own ambitions.
From having fun.
I just shut off from everything.
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