Hearing that someone would've never known what was going on in someone else's life kills me. It kills me because, what if I had just asked? Would you have told me?
I don't really think you would've. I should've though. What if that was the thing that kept you here.
I want to know where you went. I can't relax my mind for long enough to not ask what I could've done.
I find myself staring off into space, thinking about rehearsals. I remember everything. I remember. I just didn't read between the lines.
Thanks for always making sure I had my rings. Or at least got them to me if I didn't. It means the world.
A brother like you comes around once every.... never. You are one of a kind. I wish I could tell you all this in person. You deserve to know how much you mean to everyone.
I miss you.
Je ti'ame.
