everytime i used to think of you i would cry. now every time i think of you i smile. you could light up a room. isnt it crazy how in november it will be a year since i saw your face, heard your voice? i saw a hydrangea in the store the other day and all i could think about was you. it hit me like a ton of bricks again. its okay, it happens. i can still hear your laugh, by the way. i could listen to that for the rest of my life.