I’m writing about you, yet I’m still in disbelief. I just pulled up your archive and I still looked to see if you posted anything new. But you can’t. I know you can’t. You’re not here. Your last post is lyrics from Say Anything, your favorite. When I found out who the artist was the night we found out my heart dropped. You loved them, I didn’t give them a chance. I didn’t give you a chance. I missed my chance.