You and I always preferred dark to light. But you were light. You were a ray of light hiding beneath dyed-black hair and sweatshirts in June.
Have you ever dreamed that you were running from something? You can feel it getting closer so you keep running. It gets so close to you that you think it will catch you. But you wake up. You wake up and you can’t remember what you were running from.I can’
Your voice echoes in my mind. I don’t think I can ever forget your voice, that voice that whispered jokes to me at the most inappropriate times and told me the world was a cruel place long before you proved it.
