His fifth text

So it is the fifth day, and I couldn't wait any longer to send this. If I have it right, you'll be eagerly awaiting this message anyways. Merry Christmas. I know we said it earlier, but I wanted to say it again. This house in new Hamburg is full of memories of you. I remember falling asleep on that tiny bed with you, falling asleep in my mother's room with you... Playing at the playground with you. I tipped over on that stupid pony thing. I'm a fatass. I love that you were good with kasey, that you were good with kids even as you said over and over that you hate them. I miss sleeping beside you. I miss making you breakfast. I loved that you felt so natural to do those things for. I miss how right we felt, and I miss you.