Amy
from the Ice Age to the dole age
I lost a close friend just under 4 months ago. It will be 4 months on Monday and feels like no time at all. He was 27, and I have dreams where I can hear him talking to me or laughing down the phone. I wrote him a long, angry, mixed-up letter and put it in his coffin, and now I wish I could take it out because I almost feel like I blamed him. And those words bind me now and it's like I've carved them in stone next to his body. I wonder where his soul is and what he thinks of me and I just miss him.