They say that time heals everything, and I really thought it could, but it seems to be the opposite in this case. The longer you're gone the more I miss you and the harder it gets. There always seems to be something I wish I could tell you, or something I know you'd love that I can't share with you, a song on the radio that seems to keep you in my head. I love you so much and the memory of you is what keeps me going. You made me who I am today and it sucks you aren't around to experience the world with me. Fucking partners in crime. I will never ever forget you.
This picture wouldn't seem appropriate to anyone for a message like this unless they knew you. I still hate that shirt. :)
alleyways and pay phone calls.
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