Tell Me How This Could Have Happened

 

It's exactly ten hours, thirty minutes and forty-five seconds since he yelled his last. Blunt memories of the kind of friendship we had; why we went out on Tuesday morning to demand for all they took from us; instead they took him too. The memories we shared are now clouds I struggle to gather in my sky just to give even a drop of hope that we'll ever meet again. I'm jealous... I'm jealous of the way he's gonna be happy up there. Happy without me. 🕊️🕊️

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