Dear Daisy,
I miss talking to you. I used to tell you everything. I guess if you were here I would say that it's been hard here, without you.
You remember when you used to climb out of your room at night and come over to my house because you didn't want to be alone? Then we would sit on the roof, just starting at the pitch black sky for hours.
You always used to say that you felt alone. But you were never alone. Because Daisy, you had me.
Love,
E
