Correction: not going to die of a broken heart, I just miss you so much that I’ve actually put enough stress on my heart that I now have premature atrial contractions and it feels like my heart skips a beat every second beat. Oh and appointments with cardiac specialists so I can learn how to deal with it. Fuck.
I would trade all my monetary wealth, all my possessions and everything I love to get my best friend back. Nothing will ever be the same. You really were the most important person in my life and someone I could talk to about anything and everything.
This is so relevant.