METTE
i know that you aren’t here, and someone will probably have to read all of these for you. i tried to find the pictures from when you Sarah and i were in my basement totally hammered. that was almost 6 years ago. ill keep trying but i can’t believe you’ll never wave to me from the window of your red truck, or from your bike when you pass by me in the neighborhood we both called each other neighbors in. i’ve broken down a few times tonight…my dad, your neighbor and you all gone in one year. what the fuck. I saw your face when i went to your page and it hits me over again. i’ve never wanted to talk to you so badly. i halfway called you when Brigette told me the news, it was the strangest thing…like you would still have picked up. and the last thing you asked me was where have i been. i wish i would have been there. where did you go, where did you go, i wish you would have let me know.
