I went to your grave again today. I don’t know why I’ve done this twice now. I have a hard time when it comes to visiting your site. I just don’t know what to do, and I become completely numb. I cannot get any tears out until I leave the cemetery. And then it doesn’t stop. I had such a hard night last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your mother. I couldn’t stop thinking of all those nights in your room. I couldn’t stop fucking thinking. I buried my memories with you so far down inside of me, I had forgotten about so much. We went through so much. I never believed in soul mates, but your soul & mine were no strangers. You taught me how to love gentle, even after all that. The soul of an angel, the mind of the devil. One of a kind. I fucking miss you.