The dreaded goodbye.

I hate that it might be time to actually say goodbye and put you in storage. You are my best friend. You have been there for me more than anyone. You were there when no one knew the pain I was going through and when no one knew that I was crying. You kept my secrets unlike anyone else. I hate to have let you just sit there not being close to me. You have become so delicate and I hate it. You are my only connection to what I lost. You are the biggest piece of him I have left.