Here’s to you, Mikhaela.
Mikhaela, I miss you.
Every time I think about you (all of the time) I just want to break down and cry.
I just want to be little a vulnerable again so I can have someone hold me and tell me I will be okay.
But I can’t afford to do that. I am afraid that if I do, I will be stuck like that forever.
Mikhaela, you are my best friend. Why did you leave me? Why, darling?
I loved you with all of my being. You were so perfect.
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
