Until We Meet Again called and told me that I can pick you up. I can go pick up an urn full of ashes, of which was once my sweet boy. I don't want it, Paco, I want you back, returned in your healthiest state, so you can be my loyal companion once again. The thought of you in a different form makes me sick. I don't want this chapter of my life to end. I don't want to accept that you and your brother are really gone. I can't.You were everything to me. This is hitting me really hard. I'm so angry. No one can replace you, or your brother.
I promise that I'll never stop loving you.
I wish I could fucking write.
I promise that I'll never stop loving you.
I wish I could fucking write.