Now that you are no longer around, time that once moved so fast feels like forever. Maybe that's just me having no one to listen to my random stories, no one to give me advice on the problems I have to face, no one to drink with on a night when no words can describe what I feel.
I have a selfish wish that time will pass by quickly so our wounds can heal just a little more often than what I want to admit, but I'm also afraid that I will forget things just as fast.
No one does it like you. I can only stare at the empty seat, thinking about what you would say if you were here. I feel like I can already imagine that. "Everything will pass. Hang in there."