So here I am. 5:35pm. On what would be your birthday. And it hurts. It hurts like fucking hell.

I don't stop thinking about you. I don't think I ever could. We had something special, something I don't think I'll ever be able to recreate.

It's the little things that make me think of you. Jordan tweeting. Nick tweeting. NKOTBSB. Finding a fic I had ( Read more... )