I desperately want to protect you. I want to make you smile. I want to buy you gifts and make you plushies and take you to places you never thought you'd get to go. Every time I see something you would have liked or go somewhere that I think would have been a place that made you really happy, it makes my heart hurt. I had wanted to take you to Disney World and aquariums and the beach. I still have such a long list of plushies to make for you. I want to treat you like royalty, make you feel special and loved and appreciated. I wanted to let you know how much I cared about you. I wish I'd been more emotionally present so I'd have known you weren't ok. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. I wanted to keep you safe...
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Emotional Shit
Non-FictionJust some random (not random) stuff I wrote about a person that doesn't matter to me (they matter a lot and I can't stop thinking about them and missing them)
