I didn't cry until I read my own writing out loud tonight.

Gibran. You would have been graduating in a week or two. And I could have called you and said, "What are you going to do now? Let's go get coffee, and maybe we can see each other more often now." But I can't, and I know that's selfish, and that a lot of people love[d] you. But right now I just wish you were walking at your graduation, and drinking coffee with me.