I know that this seems like an insultingly simple thing to say, especially in the midst of such a complex situation, but I miss you so fucking much that it hurts. I cried into Daisy’s fur for half an hour. I was fine, and then I saw the picture of when we were both staring into each other’s eyes and we were wearing black shirts. You know, the one where you put a heart on the bottom. The thing about it is, I love you so much, and that’s why it hurts so much; because I will always love you, no matter what, and I had to let you go. I love you baby, and I miss you.