It’s been a minute. (ramblings)

Four years and two days. It’s almost unfathomable that that moment will forever be the last time we spoke. We were both tired and frustrated with each other and said things we didn’t mean to say because we always knew there would be another day to apologize. That’s what’s funny about the things you thought you knew; they’re constantly changing.

He was far from perfect, but he was my brother and I miss him like hell. 

    

             Love you always.