Are You There, Blake? (A Letter)

This is the last thing I am going to post retroactively. I thought it was important because it reminds me of my struggle to feel some sense of contact with Blake. I was (and still am) adjusting to the fact that the one person I shared absolutely everything with at all times of the day (whether it was in person, on the phone, or by text) is no longer there. Or is he? It is such a hard adjustment to know my best friend and love can't be there to comfort me, laugh with me, cry with me, and grow with me. Or maybe he can? See the dilemma... it's so weird.

I wrote this on his Facebook when I woke up in the middle of the night and started thinking about this: