To my love, Jef.
They said you're dead. They said you died going home in a car crash. They said I should be there, in the funeral. Watching you sleep. They said I should move on and that I can get over it, in a matter of time. Even your mom called me. She was crying. She said she was hurting too. She said she misses you.
But sweetheart, all of them are liars.
