It hurts me too when we talk. I do miss you too. So it doesn’t just hurt you when we talk. I know that your not here I reminded everyday when people ask me about you or when I am in your old room and people make jokes about how much time I spent in there last year.

Then when you say that it hurt you too much to even want to talk to me because I didn’t just lose you I lost everyone. I lost the guy that I was talking to, the whole second floor, my crew.

And as much as I think that it would be easier to replace you I can’t because no one could take your place. But now when I think hey I want to talk to you; I think but does he really want to talk to me. Then I have to put the phone back down and just walk away.