My name is Paul, and I'm M's boyfriend. Well, I was. But I still like to say everything in present form. I still want to think that I'm her boyfriend, her nurse, her jerk best friend and occasionally, her human scratch paper. Because she'll always be my girlfriend, and not to mention, best friend. But, M's not only that, she's a lot of things. And, she could have been a lot more...
Last October 13th, we celebrated her birthday. I, together with her brothers and friends, went to her resting place. I don't exactly remember how but we've relived the months that had gone through without her. We talked about her death - which we called her "deadl