just got a very intense, concentrated, unexpected burst of overwhelming sadness. like every memory hit me at once. triggered by a photo of the dallas arboretum. it's right across the street from frankie's dad's house. we used to break into it and run around late at night.
heart stopped, hard to breathe.

p.s. sorry this blog has basically become my outlet for dealing with frankie's death. it just helps me sometimes. hard to talk to my boyfriend about it, no matter how sweet and understanding as he is. i'm still dealing with it everyday.

p.p.s. did this really happen? he hung himself?