Dear, dear Cottontail.
I still miss you. I had you for four days and yet I still feel as though something huge is missing. I feel like I could have done more. It’s my fault. I’m sorry Cottontail.
For everything that went wrong. I love you baby.
Love, sorrow and guilt,
| Cottontail |
| 14, May 2001 |
| Nicole Allison |