My dearest Ray,
I’ve been thinking about you so much lately. I keep having this urge to call you on my way to and from a place. We always had the best conversations in the car. I don’t know if it’s me fishing for things that remind me of you or if you’re showing me that you’re around, but your presence just makes me miss you more. Things are changing. So much is different from how it used to be since you left. Things are more complicated, life is still moving forward, and as the days go by I can’t decide if it’s good or bad. It’s just changed.
I wish I could just call you and tell you what’s going on. I wish I could hear your voice, your classic Ray Ray laugh, and you say “Oh Kissa…” right before you tell me it’s going to be okay. You always knew what to say to make me feel better. And if you didn’t know what to say you’d always do something to make me laugh.
Lookatchu, rockin the pinky flex. 🙂 I love that face you make whenever you drink girly cocktails. I miss you, Raymundo.