I'm getting better now,
I've made a few friends
But none of them will ever be like you, none of them could ever change me like you did.
It's sad because I remember the last time we talked, you said that we would talk again, you said that you loved me too and you said everything was fine.
But it wasn't.
At your funeral, they had an open casket.
I got to see you, touch you, and really see you for one last time.
It hurt, I'm not gonna lie. It hurt a lot and when I saw you, I grabbed your hand and I held it and looked at your face, your cold, white face. I fell to the floor and your hand stayed by your cold body. And I sat there, mascara running down my already tear stained face.
Jackson came up next to me and held me, he said it would all be okay someday, I don't think they all realize that I loved you, I really fucking loved you. And now you're gone
I clicked send on the message.
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HI
Sorry I haven't updated in like forever but I'll start updating more frequently:)
