Stephen ( Read more... )

I remember sitting out on your back porch with you on the swing when it would rain. You'd put your arm around me and I'd lay on your shoulder. I felt so safe, so happy ( Read more... )

Stephen ( Read more... )

Stephen ( Read more... )

I'm glad I've started visiting you. I know it's weird and morbid to spend so much time in a grave yard, but I don't feel so lonely when I'm there. I know it's silly to tell you about things in my life like you can hear me, but I think that the eternal part of you can hear me. Maybe that will make it easier for you too ( Read more... )

Sometimes I log on and just stare at the blinking line on the blank page. I can't think of anything to say. I'm passing my classes. Time is passing, but it just feels wrong ( Read more... )

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There are a lot of things that I want to say. None of them really make sense in my head ( Read more... )

 I feel like there is so much to say. If I say too little it will look like I don't care that you're gone, but if I say too much it will look like I'm okay. I miss you. I miss you so much.

 I will never, and I do mean never, drive drunk.