I have made it to the other side.
Just because I have accepted that it is over,
doesn't mean that I don't still miss you
or hope that we will be friends again some day.
I have just accepted what is.
It's hard to believe he's been gone for almost 2.5 years.
I wish I could call him and reminisce about our times together.
but I am left to remember our memories alone.
Like our car rides.
Our midnight hang outs.
Late night phone calls.
2am cuddle sessions.
Going to horror movies.
Your stoned voice mail messages.
I miss your stories.
I miss your hugs.
I miss hearing your voice.
I miss you.
I hate that I didn't get to say goodbye.
I hate that I didn't drive down to see you when you moved back to our state.
I hate that I missed so much.
And that there is no way to make up for it.
I hope you're laughing at me for wanting to get a memorial tattoo for you.
I hope you visit me in a dream soon
so you can tell me which band you liked.
(Was it Blue October or Blue Oyster Cult????).
I hope you can feel all the love we are sending to you.