I miss you so much that it physically hurts. WTF
I hate this. A lot. And I want to hate you, but instead I’ll probably just keeping loving you until I die, and then I’ll just be dead and loving you and maybe I’ll take up knitting. Or sewing. I have a lot of things that need sewing. But I would really need to fix those things once I’m dead, I suppose. I’ll probably have new things. Dead people things.
