LOVE LETTERS, kotlc

twenty

Dear Keefe,

I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

Now that you're not here, there's a million things I'm noticing.

I used to wake up each morning thinking of your face.

I loved Foxfire because you were there.

I enjoyed my life because you were a part of it.

But now you're not.

But I still wake up picturing your ice blue eyes that will never meet mine again.