I still think back to the day you told me you didn't want to be anything at all. I didn't think much of it, not at the time. But my love, if I had known, oh god if I had I known I wouldn't have brushed it off in the way I did. I miss you so much. I miss your morning voice, morning smiles, morning pancakes, god at this point I even miss your morning breath. But I'll never get you back. I'll never hold your hand in mine, ever, ever again. Never look you in the eyes and tell you how much I love you, because I do, I fucking love you so much. I remember all of the good times we had, especially that one night when I got drunk and shared my nose with you. I love you Voldemort.
Love,
Ringo.
