It’s been two years since she's been gone, and yet, to me, it feels like it was a long time ago. It feels like it’s been a long, long time since she's been around.

And truth be told, I've been thinking more of her now that she's not here anymore.

Sometimes she just crosses my mind. When I think about chances and how I blew them. When I think about the words I should have said and done but did not.

When I feel lost. When I feel trapped.

Because she's one great example that there's really an end to everything, whether you're ready or not, even when they say there's so much more ahead of you, that your future looks bright, that you seemed to have everything and still, when it's your time, it's your time, no matter how sudden, or some people may say you've been robbed of the life you deserve to have.

It makes you want to hug someone, kiss them, tell them you love them because you'll never know it might be the last time.

But I...