Kaylee: I miss you, E.
Kaylee: it's felt like years without you, but it's only been one week.
Kaylee: I'm not so sure if I can make it.
Kaylee: I visited your grave today.
Kaylee: It's been really hard without you here.
Kaylee: Cam and Gray are getting better though, so am I. We don't cry all day like we used to, just at night.
Kaylee: speaking of them, they're actually sleeping over right now.
Kaylee: we talked about funny memories with you. We tried our best not to cry, and we surprisingly succeeded.
I keep texting him. I know there's no way he'd see them. But for some reason I have hope that maybe, just maybe, if I blow up his phone enough, or breathe in the scent of his shirt I am wearing enough, or think of his face enough, somehow and some way he will come back. Even though I know that is impossible.
