"He's gone. why does he have to be gone? why didn't i just listen in the first place? he sent me so many gifts. meaningful books, the ones we've read together.
Roses, the roses he sent me every date we had. to keep track, he sent me roses to keep track of times. every aniversary, every date and every meaningful moment i got gifts for.
I got his olive green color hoodie, the one we wore when we met his parents. the one where we had our moments for. so many meaningful gifts, everything around me reminds me of him. yet, hes nowhere to be seen, and thats what hurts. thats what cuts deeper than a knife, the fact i can never see him again.
I'm contempating. i want to see him, i cant, i cant feel his hugs or his fluffy hair. his presence is what im missing. he was like the perfect human being, a perfect match for me
-sincerely, george, only his.
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