Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via wethinkwedream)
He died 11 days after sending that last message. He had been really sick. He had called me the day before he died but I was driving so I never answered. I still wish I knew what happened. And I’ll never forgive myself for not picking up the phone.
