A little over three weeks ago we had a conversation about how strange it would be when we got old. You losing your beloved hair, me getting all wrinkly and “going south”. You tried to convince me that you wouldn’t love me once I became a “disgusting old woman” as you described it. I knew you were lying, and that you would love me till your very last breath, and you did. I promise I will love you till my last breath too.

You may have only popped into my life two years ago, but I feel like my life began as soon as I met you. In many ways it did, we were partners in crime, thunder buddies and soul mates from the first second we locked eyes on each other, and nothing ever changed. The things we experienced, the people we met and the memories we made will stay with me forever. Just like I know your energy and passion will - I can feel it flowing through me every second of the day.

You always made jokes about marking your territory. I never let you wee on me, but now you have your name on my arm so in the end you did kind of get your own way. In all seriousness though - you will always be my first love, and I will forever be proud to tell people about the legacy you have left behind in your music, art and personality.

They always say that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, which I know isn’t true. We always knew what we had, and we wasted no time in making the most out of it. That’s one thing I’m so glad about, we never had any regrets - other than the hangovers.

Over the last few weeks I have realised how much we have outside of each other too - the incredible support I have received from our families and friends has been out of this world. I promise you I will support them as they have supported me - and although I will make new memories with them, there is not one of us that will ever forget the joy, laughter and love that you gave to us all.

You will live on through us. I love you.