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Every single day that passes the more I wish I could see you again or at least see the people that make me think of you. I've never needed someone to listen to me vent about how I feel in so long. I've never needed to hear one of your ridiculous stories so bad before. I miss you Kotter and every day that I feel the friends we shared slip through my fingers just makes the tear in my heart even bigger. It makes the thought of you being gone more real and I'm still not ready to let you go. I'm still not ready to let go.
I love you. I miss you.
I love you. I miss you.