by cupcakes112209 Mar 12, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
I can't believe it.. It's really been 12 days since you've been gone. I still miss you so much... It's cool having an angel watching over me.. But I'd rather you be here in real life. I would tell you how much I miss you... But you already know. I would tell you how much I love you... But you know that too.. At least I hope you do. That Thursday night.. Thursday, February 28. I wanted to call you, and tell you happy birthday... I don't know why I didn't... I guess I just figured I'd see you soon.. But now I won't. I regret that, and I hate that I didn't. Hate that I didn't talk to you one more time.. Your funeral was by far the hardest thing I've ever done. Ever. I just sat there, waiting... Waiting for you to climb out and tell us it was all some horrible joke. That you were fine. I wanted you to laugh at us, tell us all how stupid we were for believing you were really gone. And you didn't. So I had to accept that you're actually gone. You were 16.. You were gonna get your license. We could have hung out more. I could have seen you more than just holidays and birthdays. I wanted you there for my 16th birthday.. I doubt we'll ever play football again. |