The most ironic thing is that, with the way I feel right now, you would have been the best help. You gave the best advice, gave me consolation when I didn’t yet know I needed it. No matter what I went through, when I was with you, I could breathe.
I never wanted to depend on someone else so much to be able to deal with loss and pain and problems, it happened when I didn’t look. Everything was easier with you there.
And losing you is so much worse because I don’t have you here to make it bearable.


















