One Year
Today is the day I try to convince my heart what my mind already knows. This is it. This even solidifies that the past year, has in fact, been a living nightmare and that this is it. It sucks. I miss Matt so damn much. Ache Longing Desperate longing Foolish longing Gut wrenching ache I just need to tell him one more thing. I need to share this memory that only he and I had. I need to show him what I found while I was packing. He won't believe what hilarious things the boys have said, if I could just tell him. I just need to tell him this one thing. Sinking Darkness Pain, exhausting pain Pain I choose not to show Debilitating pain that must be concealed So dark Still sinking Remember when we would ride around town blasting Metallica in your old yellow truck? Remember when Ethan dumped the gallon of white paint on himself? Remember when we shared a cab with Martin? Remember when we'd walk down to the Mom-n-Pops so often they knew what we wanted? Rem