Most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you. 

My dad is watching Project Runaway… wtf? 

It’s moments like this when it’s very late at night, when I’m laying on my bed looking at the darkness that surrounds me, that I think about you the most. If I think about it long enough I can still feel your hugs, your sweet voice, your smile, your laugh. I miss you so much that it kills me more each day. No matter how much I cry, no matter how much I pray, no matter how many times I wish on a star, you’re still not here.