dear g
I had a dream about you last night, it was strange… I went to watch you in a talent contest, and you were singing “I am the resurrection” by the stone roses with your guitar, and your family was there but otherwise the hall was completely empty. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you now all day…
It’s still just as hard to comprehend as it was months ago, that I’ll never see you or hear you again. You taught me about naked spooning, the G7 chord on the guitar, why walking 7 miles to whitehill in the rain with a bottle of wine is a truly truly terrible idea :P I’m struggling, it’s just all getting a bit much at the moment.
I’m stuck on what to write now, even though there’s so much I want to say, so I’ll leave it at that xxx
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