Another birthday passes by that you're not here to celebrate it with and for. It's not right. It's not fair. And I know I will never understand. I think of you every. single. day. I miss you every single day. No one has ever or will ever understand me like you did. And that, I think I miss the most. I've been wearing your Coco Chanel a lot lately, so I remember your smell. I remember your smile. I can still hear your laugh. But how it felt when you hugged me when I was upset, that memory is fading. And I would do just about anything to get that back.
Keep sending me signs, please. They keep me going and pushing through.
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