XV | Good Boy
I already know this is going to be incredibly difficult for me to write. The memories are all coming back to me at once… You’ve nearly got me tearing up as I’m trying to write about you already, you little shit. I didn’t plan on writing about you, this idea quite literally came to me about five minutes ago. But you deserve to be written about because… because you make me sad in a beautiful way. You’ve been gone for 5 ½ years now, and you still have the ability to make me cry when you’re not with me. As I try to write this, I now know that for certain. It’s no different to when I’d be a part of a family holiday at the beach years ago when we wouldn’t take you. On the first night of the holiday there would be a little boy crying in his bed at night because his best friend wasn’t with him. It’s funny… I was talking to someone recently about how I feel as though I don’t really know how to cry anymore, with the exception of the thought of one thing being able to do so. A certain Fox...