Dearest Lady Crush,

I can't even beginning to explain how empty I feel. I have this huge lump in my throat. My nose is clogged to the fullest. Deep breaths. Blood shot eyes for other reasons. I won't have anyone either. It feels like a break up times ten thousand. I'm so so so sorry. All of my 'Remember when' moments are for only you and I. My heart is torn, my arms are empty. You're the only one I've told my family problems to. You're the only one who'll tag along to do stupid plans with me. You're the only one who I can care about for the rest of my life. Feather Friends. Partners in Crime. Drug Buddy. Wing Girl. Best Plan Makers. Fiends. Eggyokez. You're my best friend and you're making the whole situation seem like nothing. You Da Fuckin Best.

With Much More Love Than You'll Ever Get,
The thread that pieces our lives. (L)