Two hundred days.
Dang.
You know, I can't even describe how much I still think about him.
It hurts to know I won't see him again. To know he won't come to my concerts, my shows. Graduation... anything.
The two hundred mark is almost like a deadline. Or it feels like one.
I can't help it, though. I miss him. I miss him a lot.
I love you, brother.
AN: This has reached a max number of parts. Collection V.2 started 11/18/24
