Grief is the price we pay for love.
- Queen Elizabeth, II

It's been four long years without you, darling. Every time I think I don't have any tears left today I shatter all over again. The pain is more bearable than it was last year, though. A dull, resounding 'thud' throughout my body, like a second heartbeat. That's how natural it feels now. I hate feeling this small and weak. I hate missing you.

If there is a God, he's such a selfish bastard for taking you from us.

Wherever you are, I hope you're happy. And I hope I make you proud every day. You were my best friend. I still need you. And sometimes I still pray you'll come back. Please come back home.