It’s starting to feel like fall, the season I was most looking forward to spending with you. Bike riding and walks in the park with orange leaves all over the place, nice coats and hot tea. 
But you’re not here, and I’m so unbelievably sad

I keep listening to the cd you made me, over and over again. I can’t do anything without somehow being reminded of you. I miss you

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(Source: tempe-r, via slump)