Recently, I spoke of your death. I was crass, harsh and hard on myself. The truth is, little Paco, that I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you. I know it was time and I know that I gave you the nicest passing that I could, but no matter how anyone puts it, you passing wasn't peaceful. The needle hurt you, you had a hard time breathing and the whole process hard to be sped up. It was awful and then you were gone. I wish your passing was different, moreover, I wish you were still here by my side.
I'm dead inside today, Paco, but no matter how many times I had this feeling before, you were always here with me. We just had each other. Always. You never let me down and in a world where I am let down by people every single day, I find myself absolutely lost without you. No matter how sad, how happy, how irate, you were just always there.
I fucking miss you, Paco. This never gets easier. You too, Chico.
I'm dead inside today, Paco, but no matter how many times I had this feeling before, you were always here with me. We just had each other. Always. You never let me down and in a world where I am let down by people every single day, I find myself absolutely lost without you. No matter how sad, how happy, how irate, you were just always there.
I fucking miss you, Paco. This never gets easier. You too, Chico.