I write a few sentences, erase them. I’m not sure what to say to you. Are you okay? I think I directed that question to myself because I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I realized today that everything is related to you. And I do mean everything. The clock, the chair, the candle, the sun, the pen, the bottle, the phone, the chocolate, the shampoo, the green, the red. I tried to go on as if this was just a normal day. I woke up trying to hug you. And that’s when it started to get incredibly un-natural. You weren’t there and the chances that you ever will be grow more slim every day.