Do you remember that story you show me? The one about the dying wife and her family. Whenever something about to happen, I remember that story and tell myself, I just need a daily reminder again. I’m getting busy here. Heads fill with noise pollution, ideas throwing around by parents. I have no privacy, I’m always surrounded by people who don’t allow me to cry in public. I adapted and slowly forgot how I felt in Bing right after you left. I forgot all the things that make you so lovely. Your skin, your lips, your eyes. You next to me in bed. You doing make up in the morning. Your walk. Your smile. All I have now is you on a screen here and there once in a while. I have to look through the post it notes you wrote me, and my head once again was clear and I knew what to do. But then this environment just put it all down again. We might seems so far out from each other this summer but for all I know. I will run and give you the biggest hug when I see you again in Bing. I will feel your hand again. I will look at you when you sleep again. I just love to see you again. I just love to see your love, caring, and thoughtful personality again. We’re walking on edges here but I know that we will be fine if we make it through.