How did I become so lucky to have to say goodbye to you every month? As your memory just comes back month after month. I remember collapsing and crying on the floor. Refusing to go to school or because I lost the one thing, the one person who ment the world to me. Who knew me like a librarian knows her books. There is not a day, or second that goes by without you on my mind. I love you and miss you everyday.
