These days feel still, and I find myself lost in fabricated daydreams. I think of you often. The first year without you felt like it was never going to end. I don’t know what happened with year two, and how is it almost year three? Timing is a funny thing. I felt like I was cursed. I just saw you the day before. I blamed myself, for that whole fucking year. I could not believe what had happened. I could not accept it. And I couldn’t fucking change it. I had never felt that useless. I had never felt that awful. I had never felt so much pain in my whole life. I just had you in my arms for a quick embrace. You squeezed just a little harder. I do not know if I will ever forgive myself. I know I will never forget that moment. Nothing felt real. Words were distorted after that. A life changing moment. I am now thankful I saw you that day. Your kind soul will never stop being talked about.