Twelve months. Today. Exactly. Half an hour to go.
You know everything I have to say. Everything I could possibly want to say. You know me better than I know myself.
I don't want another life. All I want is you, and you're not coming back. Not even if I beg and plead like some girls do when boyfriends dump them. But you didn't dump me. You loved me to the end.
You're not coming back. Ever.
So I won't either.
I'm going to Orchard Street again. I haven't walked down it since you died. But I'm going there now. And I'm not coming back.
I love you, Davey. I love you so, so much. It hurts, Davey. It hurts really bad. And I'm frightened. Can you take it away? Can you help me?
I love you, Davey.