floyd
i still miss you. every moment of every day. i can’t help but cry when i think of or talk about you. there’s no one i want to see more than you. it’s one of those time where i wished i believed in a higher power, or some kind of spiritual connection after death, just so i could convince myself i might be able to hold you one more time. but i don’t think that will happen. i think i got all the time with you the world was willing to allow. and it will never have been enough.