And I'm so sorry that I couldn't fill the gap that she left behind. I sincerely apologize for all the times I couldn't pick you up when you were sad. I tried my best, I honestly did, but I was so caught up with my own sadness I forgot that yours was there too. As selfish as it sounds I hope I left a gap too because you left a hole in my heart that couldn't be filled with all the tears I've ever cried. With a bottle of vodka in one hand and my cellphone in the other I sit there with tear stained cheeks deciding whether or not to call you at three on a Tuesday morning. And oh god, I'm sober now and I'm still here spilling my thoughts onto a social networking site instead because I ran out of vodka the last time I left you a voicemail.
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