Photographs

It's midnight
I begin to wander
& I stumble across your photographs
You're happy
Carefree and so gorgeous
You were almost mine once
The thoughts of us make me smile
You were thee very first boy to call me beautiful
Even though we didn't work out,
We became great friends
Best person to play 20 questions with?
Ryan DeZurik(:

Then I start to read the comments:
"I miss you! R.I.P."
"Ryan, I hope you're loving heaven!"
"Dude, I miss you."
"Love you bro, see you soon!!"

Sadness fills.
I had forgotten.

I hate seeing those comments.
I can't just write 'I miss you' because it's not enough.
Missing someone shouldn't hurt like this.
I hate how I feel.
I can't let go.
I think of that drunk driver often.

Forgive and forget?

Never.