Chasing Cars

Rooby, I miss you.

Today is your birthday.

There are obviously not enough words to say how awesome you were so I won’t try. I just miss your silly face, your terrible jokes, our taste in music (that we got hated on for) and your adorable giggle every time there was alcohol in the near future.
Most of all, I miss your absolutely genuine acceptance of people – something I’m still trying to understand.

I miss you.

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