Happy anniversary loser.
I can't belive it's been two years. It feels like yesterday you were hugging me, saying that you'll see me in a few months. But you lied. I saw you a week later, in a coffin, motionless, lifeless. I wish that I never had to see you like that. I wish I didn't have to visit the cemetary when I wanted to remember you. I wish that when I called your phone that you would pick up. But these wishes won't come true. They never will.
Gosh I am crying so hard right now and you're probably looking down and laughing at me for being such a baby. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I miss your corkiness, and happiness. I miss you Court. I miss you a lot. And I need you. I need you to help me through all of this.
I still hope though. I hope that one day, you're going to come in the front door with Johnny next to you, and me and all the little cousins would make fun of you guys when you'd kiss. I wait for you, but you're never going to come back. And Johnny moved on, and made a new family. Everyone has moved on, but I just... can't. I want to, but I just can't accept the fact that you're dead.
Well, I've ranted on long enough. I love and miiss you Courtney, and I can't wait to see you again.
Love,
You're partner in crime who is too inocent for knee high converses, Anne