My life probably wasn't in the best place when I met you. You were like an angel who appeared just as I needed you, you helped me get to a place in life I wanted to be and now you're gone.
Maybe that's what you were, maybe you were my angel. The question is how do I not fall back into that black hole of five years ago now that you're gone?
I don't want you to be an angel, I want you to be here, seeing in the New Year curled up on the sofa with a coffee and Jules Holland.
I miss you. As of tomorrow it will be last year that you died. That sounds so wrong and time is passing too fast.
Is this a normal way to feel?
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