I thought I was doing pretty well today until I left work to go home. The bus that I take home from work, passes Chads street. There are only a few houses on that end of the street and his is right in the middle. There is even a stop on the corner. I almost got off at the stop to go to his place. I spent every weekend at his house for the past three years.
Whenever I looked sad Chad always said I had a look as though I just lost my best friend. Now I have, and I don't know what to do.
I miss him so fucking much and I'd do anything just to have him come back.