The days are getting shorter. I can feel it. Summer's dying, a little more every day.
It hurts.
You should be here, Lily. I miss you. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, like I was supposed to. Like I promised I would.
It hurts .
I know I'm not much to look at, but it never seemed to matter with you. And now you're gone, and never coming back, and I sit here and replay it in my mind every night.