Last Christmas.

I miss you a ton. And even after 7 months, the fact that you left me is difficult to wrap my head around.
It hurts when you dominate my dreams, and how its so easy to talk to you. You'll never know the effect you had. It was love honey, the purest, messy kind. Behind every word was affection and behind every critisism was fear, laced with honesty.
Does that make sense? Probably not. But it was all I ever knew.
Your shoes are so big, I'm afraid they'll never be filled. I wish they didnt have to be and you still wore them.