there's something so tragic about losing a friend that held your hand were times were hard. you were my everything once upon a simple time. your voice was one of reason. your texts were those born of comfort. your heartbeat matched mine. i'm convinced we could've been great. i know, if you hadn't cut me off in an episode, that we could'e lasted until today and far beyond. if only i could contact you still. if only i could tell you how i miss you. if only i knew how you are doing. do you wonder about me the way i wonder about you. do you ever read our texts when you're lonely. do you ever try to find me. do you even remember me. i'm sat waiting and waiting and then i walk forward only to look back at you, frozen in time. you knew the real me, the fun me, the easy me and he's still here, i'd still let him see you, if only you would let me see you. i miss you. my poppy. my white dove.















