The idea of going through my old photo boxes yesterday didn't go as well as I hoped it would.
And after I had thought I'd gotten rid of you, there you were.
Photo Thirteen, your perfect number.
This wasn't your favorite picture though, you always said it made your butt too big and your hair too bushy.
You said that you looked like an idiot dancing that way, that your smile was dumb looking. You were right too, you looked like a big bad bi butch bitch at Chase's Bachelor bash. Say that three times fast.
Anyway, I thought I had thrown that photo away ages ago… So, I framed that picture today and hung it on the wall in my room.
I just wish you were still here with me. That wasn't meant to look sappy. I just meant that I could really use some more non-Cuddy approved help around here. But then we both know you'll come crawling back to me right? Of course we do. See you later.