he's not going to come over today and pull out the toys to play, or ask for something to drink, he won't help me pick up the toys or wipe up the drink he spilled. he's not going to ask me with his curious self "what are you doing"
I keep remembering that it's not going to happen. and every single time, the remembering makes me sad.
R.I.P. Aiden Cupid
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