Miss Missing You

november 4th, 2013

8:04 am

Mike

They keep telling me I should be lucky. They keep saying, "someone up there must be looking out for you," and other stupid stuff like that.

I hate it. I hate breathing in this air, because it's a world without you. How do other people expect me to be so independent? I need you, and you're gone.

You probably hate me now. It's alright. I get it. I hate me too.

Tony

p.s.- Jaime has visited me everyday here since your day, he hasn't left the chair next to my monitor. I don't want him to leave. There's a little piece of you tucked away inside him, somewhere.