jayne-perino

Anna, you miss him._ __ll the time. I still can__ believe he__ gone._ The words come out in a whoosh, tasting funny in my mouth. No matter how many times I say them, they still feel like a garbled, impossible language. My chest hurts, and I have to hold my breath to keep from inhaling a deep sob. __e was more than your best friend._ I nod absently, forgetting myself for a moment, forgetting that I__ talking to Jayne and not my journal. __ _ I mean, he was like a brother to me. You know, like Frankie. Well, she__ the sister. I mean__ Jayne reaches for my hands across the table, shaking her head softly. __weetheart, when you say Matt__ name, you have the same look in your eyes that he__ get whenever he__ say yours.