James Reeves

From Michelle Denise Larrison to my James We planned, a lot. 

One of your last days here, we laid on your bed staring at the ceiling. This day was one I remember perfectly. Next to your bed was all the pictures I drew for you for anniversaries and birthdays that you loved so much. We talked about our future. We would both be Real estate mogul and make enough money.  You wanted to live somewhere with not a lot of people, you liked your space, and a huge house. You hated dogs, but I ALMOST talked you into getting one. You wanted cats because they were no work. We planned on getting married.

You were my best friend that taught me so much. 

I was damaged. I had very low self-esteem.You taught me that I could be myself and that no matter what you had my back. You would tell me when I was being an idiot or moody. You taught me to screw what other people thought. If we were happy, that is all that mattered. You were my best friend. We would take walks around the neighborhood and look at houses and talk about us and our future. I laughed more than I ever did. We did things that best friends did. We spent a majority of the time in your basement laughing and just enjoying each others company. Funny, that never got boring to us…

There are so many things that remind me of you. 

Five years doesn’t seem that long to many people. it seemed like a lifetime. You were the only boyfriend I had. I wanted to show you that relationships do last. Here, without you, sucks. Big time. We made so many memories. The tiny things kill me. Whenever I hear Nickelback (yes, we listened to Nickelbac,  don’t judge), I start to cry. 

I, Michelle Denise Larrison miss you so much and you will always be in my heart.

I want to remember us…The best five years I ever had. Thank you. 

Love Always, 

Your girl. 

Michelle Denise Larrison.