Two and a half years. I count the days, hours, minutes, and seconds in the dirt. I come to the wall at least fifteen times a day... I mourn for my bruder to come back. I miss him... I know I may sound like a small child but he is what has made me so strong in the past years he's given me all of his support, his love, and now... Nothing. He's gone. He's not here... He's left nowhere to be found... My love. He's probably just drank away all of his feelings and forgotten about me... He's probably found a nice women to be with.. Wanting to start a family. All I want is for Gilbert to be happy, that all I want from mein bruder. Ich liebe dich Gilbert.
