Dear Ollie, I miss you so much. I miss the way you use to make me smile, whenever I felt down and the way you use to hold me in your arms. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I feel lost. It’s only been eight months, but I need you. I need you so much. People have told me you might not remember me when you wake up, if you wake up. So I wrote these letters, letters of every eventful moment that has happened in these past eight months. I wrote them to help me remember the good times and to help you remember everything from the good to damn right awful. Here goes nothing...