We all have them - high maintenance friends, always in the throws of some kind of trauma that draw you in so you become involved, giving them help and support. You will always help people out if you can, that's the sort of person you are.
I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake,.