Friday, November 17, 2017

eight years past the day

My dearest Genevieve -


Oh how I miss you so

I love you so much more

Last year you stole my voice, but this year I felt you all around me. Your love and strength has gotten me through the darkest times and you have not failed me yet. I wish I knew what your favorite color was. It kills me not to know. Heaven will be damned if I do not find out the favorite color of everyone close to me. Dying does not seem appealing anymore. Visit in my dreams, won't you? Pretty please

Until next year

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