July 5th 2010
I thought about you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and the days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have is memories and your picture in a frame. You're memory is a keepsake, with which I'll never part. I'm done fighting for you now, but I have you in my heart.

Today is July 5th. We missed our plane yeserday. I swore, the flight was at 1, but somehow we missed it. But the plane said it left at one, and we were there two hours before one. There had to be a reason for it.
Why the HELL did I think I was going to see you again?
Why the HELL do I write these emails?
YOUR GONE AND I STILL HAVENT REALIZED THAT
I say your gone with no emotion because I DONT BELIEVE IT.
But I cant fight anymore.
I just want to die.