December 24, 2011. Christmas Eve.
I cried last night, because I realized it was going to be our first Christmas without you. It hurt to think that. Mr. Machiavelli heard me, (yeah he's still here) he came in my room and toke a quick hold of me and tried to calm me. It worked, but I was afraid if he left me alone, I'd start to cry again. So I made him stay till I feel asleep, he didn't mind it much. I laughed when I woke up to him still being there, he was out cold. Turns out (Billy told me this) he stayed up as long as he could to make sure I didn't wake up and cry. Sweet of him! Heh you told him he wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be, I think now he knows you were right. You mostly were always right come to think of it. Oh I got you sun flowers, can you feel them? I used a lot of my aura to make them grow, kept them nice and warm, which was hard to do because of this hash winter. But I did it, just for you! god I hate myself at the moment talking as if you're still here, but in away you still are! You had such impact in all our lives you'll forever live on! Well I'll write more later on ok? Love you!
"Yet another day, without you."
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I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling
I'll never let a love get so close
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Arms. by: Christina Perri