When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie or my journal or my favorite headphones. When I die, bury me with a picture of her in my front po...Read more

It never really shows itself all at once, but my chest always knows when she’s near. Not because I try to feel it, but because something inside me tig...Read more

It never really announces itself, but my eyes always seem to know where she is. Not because I search for her, everything else just slowly fades when s...Read more

I wish she knew how my heart moves every time she walks into the room— how it rises, like it’s trying to meet hers halfway without my permission. I w...Read more