Andy

Has it really been nine months? I am still crying whenever I think about you. I really lost it a couple of days ago. I was bawling and trembling. My sleeve was damp from the tears. Anytime I see a tall, skinny, hunched over person I have a flashback of the last night I saw you. I told you I loved you, but we didn't hug.

I am listening to a lot of jazz lately. I just wish you were still here to counsel me on what to listen to next. You always had an impeccable taste in music. I love you and wish you were still here.

Fuck you death.