It's been a year.
Today.
I can't help but miss you.
I feel like as many things appear to be fitting?
This discomfort, it hurts. Uncomfortable doesn't adequately describe any of it.
What advice would you give?
How long would you let me cry on the phone?
I can't call anymore, and I know I'm not alone in wishing that I could.
Your parents---- I think of them so often, that it seems to be every day.
I can't help but miss you, but I'm not alone.
It's the only thing bringing me comfort.
The only thing.
