Spaghetti tacos.
Today, an episode of iCarly came on. Sister, it was our episode.
Remember that night that charity came over? She showed up with fireball && some form of whiskey. I can't remember the name, but I remember the taste. && There it began... We drank..
&& Drank. && Drank.
We turned the tv on, && iCarly was on. Of course, the episode, where they enter the cooking show against a chef, making spaghetti tacos.
I remember us watching said episode, && one of us said, why haven't we made those before?
&& Began the journey.
I grabbed a pot. You, grabbed the noodles, && charity took another shot lol. We made them. && We ate them. && From what I remember, they were pretty damn good.
I told the boys that story today. && I've been sad ever since.
Every fucking where I go sister. Everything I do. If someone isn't saying your name in the distance or to my face, it's something we did together, or inside jokes.
It's like you're everywhere, but I can't feel you. && That absolutely terrifies me.
This showed up on my Facebook today. && I made the decision, I'll get it. The both of them, since you can't now. I'll get it for both of us.
&& People have offered to get them with me
But it's not the same. && I hope they understand that.
It'll never be the same.
I miss you sister. All I want to do is hug you today.
My therapist said I need to evaluate my feelings. Which made me giggle. Because I could hear you in my head "bitch fuck them feelings we drown them bitches out!"
&& You weren't wrong. One of the songs on your list that you left for me to find, I listen to constantly. Because if it isn't the most accurate thing in this life right now, idk what is.
I love you sister. I miss you terribly.
Today's a hard day. && All I want is a hug. From you.
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