June twelfth came and went and hit me with the force of its abruptness.
There are so many things I could say. Sometimes, I want to write them.
Sometimes I try. Sometimes I can't.
You were so goofy. Remember that time we were at the beach and you guys were playing soccer and you kicked the ball and hit my then-boyfriend right in the crotch? I think he threw up. Is it weird that I remember that? I still laugh about it. You were so sorry, but so confused about why he was angry, because you would have never hurt anyone on purpose.
You've been gone a year, but as you can see, you haven't been forgotten.