I can’t quite imagine how my life would be like if you’re no longer around. I can’t imagine waking up everyday and not speak to you.

I can’t imagine what it’s like not calling you a pretentious fuck every time you speak of your mentality.

Or to even live without your ridiculously hilarious stories like that time when I cracked up at the story you told me about the 4th dimension.

And that’s coming from someone who dreamt of you shapeshifted into a chicken and pooped in the sink.