It’s been almost four years since I last held your hand, I wish you knew how much I didn’t want to let it go. I’ll never understand why you left New York, I was really kinda hoping you’d stay. I am starting to feel like it’s about time that I let go though; I mean, I know you’re gone and that nothing can bring you back, but it hurts to think about moving on. At the same time though, it hurts to be alone and I don’t know how much more of it I can take. I know I’ll never meet anybody that could ever replace you, which almost makes me not even want to try and move on. When you died a part of me died too, I lost the very reason why I’m still alive.
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