So I would choose to be with you, that's if the choice were mine to make

Ear Candy: "So it Goes" by Billy Joel

I hate this. I keep looking at pictures of you, or I see something funny or that makes me think of you, and I want to call you, but I know you won't pick up. I just keep hoping... I called just to hear your voice. It's weird, I got used to the feeling of missing you. It's not like one day you just weren't there... You weren't there for months. And even though I had you on the phone, it wasn't the same... We had no play time, no snuggle parties, no car rides singing like crazies. And it seems weird to think we won't have any more... On my white board in my room, it says on December 23rd: "Cooper home! Patsy day!" I was going to go to the air port with your mama and pick you up. And stop for cheesecake or something on the way home. And sing along with musicals and the Beatles and laugh and be crazy, and winter break was going to be good because we would all be together again. Now we're going to be together, with a big gaping hole in the circle. I've been trying to ignore it. To pretend it's not happening. That I didn't bury you. But I hate it so much. I miss you so much I can't breathe. I don't know what to do. Every instinct I am having is to call you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't go out there for Thanksgiving. I probably could have afforded the ticket, but I wanted to stay here and see everyone. I should have gone. Then you wouldn;t have been in that car. I'm so sorry. I miss you so much. I threw a small fit because they left the onions on my food last night. I wanted you to be there so I could sneak them into your food. I don't know what to do...

I love you.

Je t'aimais, je t'aime, et je t'aimerais.

~E