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