doctor-who-lover

Fred. It's three years on. It's our birthday. Well, just my birthday now. I guess I should be happy. I'm surrounded by family, by friends, who love me. They loved you. They still do. Mum still cries. I find her sometimes in the kitchen, early in the morning, weeping. I wish it had been me that had been taken that night, not you. Our shop is doing well. Not as well as it would have done if you were here, but we're coping. You were the main twin, the superior twin. You had all the crazy ideas. I just helped you make them come true. It was mainly you who got me this far, and I will always be grateful. I visit your grave every day. I can't be