Dear Shantae,

Sometimes when I’m alone I think of you and everything stops… I get so lost, so small and so confused. I can’t imagine the idea of you being here, and then realizing you are actually not.

You know how when you think the worst – like someone you love dying? That feeling is very overwhelming …and then it just goes away because they’re still here and you know you still have time with them.

Time, our one true unit of measure…
I wish I had more time to make you laugh. I wish you had more time to laugh at ┬áme. I can’t let myself focus on the thought of you. While all my memories are great with you, it really sucks that they’re done and gone, that we can’t make anymore.

I can feel you. You are everything and everything is you.

I’m sorry.

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