oh lady, it ez like reaching for ze chips but bag ez empty

I miss you. It hasn’t even been a day and I miss you so damn much. Maybe because I know it’s the first of many days, days that very quickly will become weeks, and then months.

In my life, in 25 years, you are the best one. Now you’re gone and everything just hurts, and I know that it’s not the end because I don’t believe for a second that this could be it, but that doesn’t change this feeling.