I think I was a means to an end for you. I miss you everyday still and next month it’ll be two years since you passed. Why’d you have to go bailey? I really should’ve asked you to stay harder. I didn’t know once you left that would be the final time. I miss your sweaters and your lips. I can’t find your eye shade anywhere and your face shining in the sun is ingrained into my memory forever. I hope wherever you’re resting is comfortable. Hopefully one day I’ll see you soon.
