November 26th, 1998
The sun came out again, as it always has. Something was different. It was a cloudy day, and as the wind blew by, I felt as if I heard your voice. I suppose it was just my imagination.
On days like this I try to think of what we might do. Perhaps walking along the damp streets and chatting away, asking each other innocent questions.
I don’t know if it’s just my sentimentality, but I thought it might be nice to see your face. I want to take you everywhere, but I also want to stay in and just be with you.
I wish you’d get here soon. I’d hug you tight even though these days I don’t really know how. There’s something about you that’s unforgettable. No matter what, no matter when, and no matter where, I’d know you in an instant. I hope you feel the same.
Do you remember me?
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