It's been six months since I died. I follow Matt wherever he goes. He can't see me, though. He started doing YouTube again. I showed him his channel awhile back, and we were planning on starting up our channels again.
Matt visits my grave every week. Today was the day he was going to visit. We got in my car, and he drove us to my grave.
When we got there, he pulled out some flowers. He got on one knee and started crying. He sat down and couldn't stop crying. He crossed his arms and pulled them and his knees close to his chest.
I sat down behind him, pulled him close, and hugged him, rocking back and forth with him, just like the day I told him I loved him.
