I still couldn't cry earlier and guess what? His parents gave me his ashes.

Now his on top of my desk.

Looking at him from this bed, I dont know what to feel.

It's almost two hours since I started looking at you.

Your eyes are still clear in my kind that I can still look at them, sleeping this midnight.

I havent been writing since 2021.

And that was even the first time Ive written something about my day on a blank paper.

I just felt so gifted, like, I dont know.

Its not that I hadnt have friends before him but he is the most so friend that I have.

Its like, an expensive gift that only lasts for three years.

But feels like your stolen.

I dont know what Im thinking or writing right now but good night Wil LOVE YOU VERY MCH STILL