Your Lost Boy • Ashton Irwin

Dear Storm

I miss you. It's not just a feeling that comes and goes. It's constant, a constant ache of missing you and wishing you were here. I know there's nothing I can do to help right now and I hate that I didn't spend more hours looking at you, holding you, kissing you. Now I'm here and you're there. It was inevitable that I'd miss you, but I didn't know just how much. I've realised that nothing is better than you. Come find me.

Love your lost boy