S1ncerely_Me

January— kind of bored but kind of fun
          	February — interesting month , I'm having fun 
          	March— oh
          	May— oh no
          	June—I don't want to be alive
          	July — can't die yet 
          	August — I'll figure it out I'm going to live 
          	September — this grief I carry will be etched into my bones grief is a circular staircase and I have lost you 
          	October — actually a really pleasant month 
          	November — :)
          	December — tbd

S1ncerely_Me

January— kind of bored but kind of fun
          February — interesting month , I'm having fun 
          March— oh
          May— oh no
          June—I don't want to be alive
          July — can't die yet 
          August — I'll figure it out I'm going to live 
          September — this grief I carry will be etched into my bones grief is a circular staircase and I have lost you 
          October — actually a really pleasant month 
          November — :)
          December — tbd

S1ncerely_Me

I think of you when the air is crisp and the leaves crunch under my shoes and there are pumpkins on the streets. and I imagine a thousand more books- a million more tales spun from your golden thread that I'd read anywhere I could. And we'd always be one year older around this time reading the longest letters sent to each other. A year without you was far too dreadful. And they'll only grow longer.