It’s not the same
Dear Paul…
I miss you. I’m in Portland for the third time since you died. (typing that word is still so fucked up) I’ve been talking about moving back for awhile, but right now I don’t know anymore. I still love being here, but it’s never going to be the same. I want you to be here with me. It’s never going to be the same without you here.
I just really don’t know anymore…
I miss you. I’m in Portland for the third time since you died. (typing that word is still so fucked up) I’ve been talking about moving back for awhile, but right now I don’t know anymore. I still love being here, but it’s never going to be the same. I want you to be here with me. It’s never going to be the same without you here.
I just really don’t know anymore…