I hate it. I hate this feeling.
I miss my best friend so much but I have to stay strong.
It killed me when he said, ” I wish I would have stayed and lived a normal life”. We both know why he left, this town doesn’t have much to offer.
It’s like he was here one day, spending the week with me, falling asleep and then gone the next..
I haven’t cried forever, until today.
It was almost the kind of cry when my brother left on his first deployment to Iraq.
I hope that when I get a job, I make it up there. I just hope that I see him soon enough.