I’m so sorry Paul. I should’ve texted you back that day. I’m trying so hard to not live with this regret. But these last few weeks have been so hard. I always knew this day would come, that you’d never grow old. But I didn’t want it to come to you a fucking 31. I really did think this time was going to be different, and I’d have the best version of you back again. I miss you so much big brother. If I could hug you one more time when you asked, I’d hug you real tight, one last time. I’m glad you finally came to me in a dream, that you’ll always be watching over me. You’ll always be in my heart. I miss you.
