I still remember your voice. The way you laughed. The way you cried. The way you'd look straight through me. I knew it couldn't have been anything else, but of course my heart didn't want to believe it. I fell into something and I couldn't get up. A pulled myself up, but a piece of me stayed stuck to the ground. I couldn't bring it all back together again. So, I fell apart again and I took you with me. I left you behind in the darkness of my mind and I ran. I ran and I didn't look back because I didn't want to get hurt again. Instead, I hurt you. I didn't know what else to do, but to pull away. I really do hope that you've found what makes you happy. And I really am sorry for not being there for you when you may have needed me. Sometimes, the things I do to protect myself make everyone around me more subject to pain. We had at least one thing in common; the need of someone to just be there. Just be. To listen and catch you when you fall, time and time again. I know I can't write as well as you. I can't explain things in words the way you do. I can hardly explain them in actions. But I try. I try so ******* hard. Even when I think everyone doesn't believe it. I keep trying. My heart is fragile and my bones are weak, but that doesn't mean anything these days. I just wanted you to know. I remember your voice, like it was yesterday.