amazing grace.

Sometimes I wish I could just pick up the phone, dial your number and hear your voice on the other end.

Sometimes I wish you'd be there to just listen (like you always do) and never to judge.

And believe it or not, sometimes I wish I could just hear your sarcastic little comments when you tell me to leave the current boy and find a new one and how noone can be better than you.

Twenty months and six days.

I still fucking miss you, Jon.