dear dan,
i went outside today. shocking, right? i stopped by the bakery we used to go to. you were obsessed with their pistachio muffins, so i bought one. i put it in a box next to your grave, figured you would want one. i miss you every single day. i wish you could come back, we could be happy again. deep down i know that you're probably watching over me, or something like that at least.
love, phil.
