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Mr. Zakary Michael Tomlin,
I can't believe it's been a year today. One year. 12 months. 54 weeks. 365 days. 8,765 hours. 525,600 minutes. 31,556,926 seconds. One year. One year filled with pain and tears, happiness and smiles, strength and weakness. One year and it still doesn't get any easier. I still miss you every day of my life. I still cry myself to sleep occasionally. You were my best friend, my 'gay soulmate' and my inspiration. I have had to convince myself that you're in a better place and that it was better for you to go when you did. I convinced myself that it was okay because now you weren't suffering. None of that makes it easier to have to lose your best friend. I miss you, my oompa. I will never forget.
Love eternal,
A-she-she
One year and it still feels like my heart is being torn from my chest with every breath. I miss him.