Dear Diary, Some people say, memories are the worst punishment a person can get. Some say there the best gift. I don’t know what I think about them. I think it depends on when your asking. And I wished somebody asked me. Sadly, it doesn’t matter in my case, because memories are the only thing I have left of you. A part of me wants to move on. Because whenever I’m alone, When all of the distractions are gone and it’s just me and those memories, you come back. You voice echoes in my head and I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again. A part of me wants to move on, because handling the pain of losing you is something I don’t think I can do anymore. A part of me wants to move on, because standing still is beginning to hurt. A part of me wants to move on, and I think that finally, that’s what I’m going to try and do. So, Chandler Vetetoe.... My best friend, My milkshake buddy... The love of my life. Thank you for being my happiness. At some point, at least. I hope one day, in another time, in another reality, I’ll get to be yours. Or maybe, again, I’m too late. I really hope not. I want you to be happy... I promise will be. ~Kindsey~ ❤️😢