Hunt

I could have spent my whole life waiting for him to come back. I wish I would have. Even though he hasn't come back, sometimes I still look out my window and expect to see him walking up to the house; maybe with LynZ; maybe with his kids.

I never really wanted to be an uncle until I heard that I was. I didn't want to have a niece that was conceived through breaking my heart, but things just happen that way, I guess. I never wanted to have a horrible life as I did, but shit happens. There's really nothing that could "heal" me of my past, to be honest, but Frankie helps me. He holds me when I cry for him.

Sometimes I'm glad he never came home, others I only want him. Should I be glad: no, but there's nothing that can really be done.

I imagine that he's happy with her; that he has a nice house in a posh neighborhood; maybe even a dog. It makes me happy to imagine him happy. Maybe it's better that way...

Frankie keeps me company, even though we aren't dating anymore. He has a wife, a dog, and twins named Cherry and Lily. They're cute. Frankie's in a band so when he's not home, I miss him a lot. I'm not a huge fan of Jamia; but maybe that's because I miss Frankie so much.

Whenever Frankie tours, I imagine him being here. I imagine him hugging me when I'm sad. I miss him a lot.

The truth is, I know he is happy. Where he is, everyone's happy. I know he doesn't have a dog or a house in a posh neighborhood. There is no posh neighborhood where he is. There is no sadness, either. I know that he doesn't have kids; only one.



Sometimes I visit the grave. It saddens me to see my niece's grave, and I can't stop crying. He and I can't go together, even though he's always there. He never leaves the graves.



Sometimes I even visit LynZ's grave. I hardly cry for her. She's right next to Bandit, though, so I'm often crying anyway. It hurts to see them buried there. At least they're all together: a family.



Sometimes I wish I could see them.