I miss you. After years and years of not knowing what had happened to you, always hoping for the best....it's so heartbreaking. Knowing that the one person who understood you so well, is now gone and won't be there to brighten up your day, to ask how your day was....yes, we lost contact over the years, but you were always on my mind, Punk. My best friend, my mentor, my soulmate. We never dated, yet our bond was stronger than anything. I miss you, Punk. There's days that I would catch myself asking, "what would my Punk think of this?" And all I can picture you doing is shaking your head and giving me that smirk saying, " A, babe, it'll be okay." Punk, Josh, I miss you.