Bunky, the look of hope on his face when I told him he’d become my everything if we got together. Bunky, the way he clutched my chest when I told him I had people to take care of. Bunky, his big, watery green eyes when I told him we were fucked-up. Stay strong. You have to. I manage to get through the rest of my day, but only with my obsession securely planted in my mind. Not being with Bunky… This shit’s going to be harder than I thought.
