So how are we supposed to act upon this? You're gone, and it's not like we can actually try and make conversations with you, bcos your voice won't be replying. Hearing your laugh in my mind is as close as it gets. And the thing I remember most is, when I reached out to touch your little hand, it wasn't you anymore, you were already long gone. Seeing you there, like a cold flat-chested plastic doll, made me so sad, I just had to cry and watching everyone see the same thing I could see, was just even more upsetting. As time keeps going, I realize that life is a really shitty movie. I'm just glad that one of the good things about this, is that you don't have to feel the heartache alot of people are feeling tonight, and that you no longer have to know what its like to be alone, and that you're farther ahead in the game than us, we keep living, making more mistakes, more sins to add upon to the others. But you, you'll always be the cute little bony maroney, who will never age with us, who will stay young forever.
I miss you
