I missed him so much today, that I started to cry. I curled up in my bed and grabbed his blanket he gave me. I haven't washed it even once, because I don't want his smell to go away. The traces of cologne are still absorbed into the material-so whenever I'm missing him I ball up the blanket, and press it tight against my face.
Last year was hard...and he was the reason I was so happy all the time.
I miss you more than you'll ever know. Why do we have to live worlds away?
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