i’ve sat here trying to get something out, and i’ve realized that nothing I say could ever do you or our relationship justice. Happy 18th Rach. I miss your voice. Your touch. Your laugh. I miss you. Those words don’t even begin to explain the grief that I feel. It’s hard to believe we’ll never get another gas station slushee, have another sleep over, or share another Rachel hug. You knew me better than anyone in this world, and I’d like to say I was the same with you. You’re my soulmate, my best friend, and my missing piece. I will never know how to move forward from this. I love you well beyond this lifetime Rach, and I hope you’re clothed in lulu from head to toe.