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I read the messages her friends have left, the touching things his friends are saying, it makes you realize how real reality is. The things you write and they will never see. The words you wished you had said but they won't ever hear.
It all takes me back to my own life.
The nights I prayed when he layed in the hospital. Hoping to god that he could hear me say i love him. Hoping god wouldn't care that it took a moment like this for me to get on my knees and pray. The reality that this does happen, and there is no way to stop it.
It makes me wish I had told him how much he meant to me the last time we had talked. Even if it had made him laugh. I can hear his voice saying "It's not like you wont talk to me tomorrow." even though I didn't.
I've been able to put it in the past to an extent. But I still wish I could be there for everyone else everytime their worlds are turned upside down.
if i haven't told you lately, i love you.