Well. Today marks eleven months. Eleven months of not hearing your voice, not getting kidnapped by you. Not going to you for advice. Not getting a text from you saying you need me. No riding around after school every day. No making fun of each other. This last month is going to be hard. Because I miss you, so much Brooke. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh. Just thinking about you. I wish you were still here, and I cannot wait to see you again. Until we meet again, I love you. I wont forget you, ever. Fly high, my beautiful angel.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 06:00:13 +0000