Love.
Waking up in the morning knowing that my name is a constant bitter reminder of the very thing that I don't have in my life.
Love.
The thing my family lost last summer that made us fall apart.
Love.
The thing that I don't let myself feel for ever since that tragic day~
~The day I lost my best friend
~I miss you Damon. It's so hard without you here.~
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