"I realized you weren’t there any more, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me"
It's only been about three days. And I come across at least like ten things a day I would want to tell you. Things that would only make sense telling you, that I would have no one else to talk about with or laugh about it with. I've thought about writing them all down. To keep track. Then I get lazy and convince myself I'll remember them. Lord knows I won't.