To my dear old friend, Fluke.

There's little I can articulate in words, but I wanted to make this page just for you, Fluke.

I miss you, so much. Ever since that fateful late April day in 2017, when you went into that deep sleep, there has been a hole in my heart in the shape of you.

Life wasn't easy for me or for you at that time; we lived in a hell that was actively abusive, that was to the fault of neither of us. Even if that was a time of such hardship, the time we spent together and the love I had (and very much still do) for you is one of the very few things that remains untainted from that hideous time. You genuinely kept me alive during that time. There were so many nights where you saved me. I can't state that enough.

I just hope that until your very last moment of being alive, you were aware of even the slightest modicum of how much I adored you and valued you as one of the best friends I've ever had.

Fluke, I genuinely hope that wherever you are now, and in whatever form you may be, you exist as you deserve (and did deserve) to. I will always love you, even if you are no longer here.