it’s okay to smile for yourself.
It feels weird walking these same halls that you once did, laying in the bed that you had, and smelling you on your clothes. I can’t believe that it’ll be a year soon.
I think about you every day. I was scared to live without you but you’ve taught me that I am capable of being my own person, walking on my own feet, and not needing you to carry me every step of the way. .. I didn’t think that I could live without you. I am existing but am I living? No. They’re two very different things. I know that you would want me to be happy which is what I liked about you - one of the many things. But what must I do to accomplish this?
Some Easter, huh?
