I'll see you again someday. I'm coming to terms with the fact that you've already gone. It hurts.
My God, it hurts so bad.
Even still, though. In the end, we'll meet again. For my sanity, I'm going to keep referring to this as a nightmare because I really feel like that's what this is.
Maybe it really got to a point where you couldn't handle it. I hate it, but there really isn't a lot I can do. There isn't anything I can do.
I wish I could. I wish you could still be here.
For now, my friend, I'll be talking to you through the stars.
