I’ve dreaded September since the day I lost you. I love you pretty girl. I still haven’t moved any of your stuff. I don’t think I ever could. I want to reach out and ask you if you want them back, but I need them more than you do, I’m sure. I will never forget how you looked when I made you cry. I can never forgive myself for hurting you. I’ve talked to our old friend group and I can see the damage I did on you. I’ll never forget myself.