A drill, or what in assuming is one.
There are no words to describe the void that exists in the part of my memory, the space in my heart where you used to be. I would trade places with you, the only thing I couldn’t do is make it so that I couldn’t see the most important person ever. I want to be able to do that if it could bring you back but that won’t happen, it’s not possible and I care about what I have too much. I’m selfish and I’m sorry. I hope you forgive me for any mistakes I may have made. I cared about you and I loved you and I looked up to you. Please stay with me.





