"Keep having dreams of sleeping beside your imprint in the bed as if you had just left. Waiting for you to come back but you don’t. It’s sad."
"But I’m on my way back. From the second I leave I’m always on my way back to you."
You see, kids, right from the moment I met your mom, I knew…I have to love this woman as much as I can, for as long as I can, and I can never stop loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5:00 a.m., Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon, through every speed bump. Every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me.
Missing my angel. Hope you’re well, Dylan.