To my dearest brother.
I miss you very much.
How are you been?
I just realized I still miss you.
I mean... I don't really know where you are... But I'm trying to find you.
I hope we meet again.
Because then I won't have to keep visiting your grave.
But you really far away.
First thing.
Your voice...
A person's voice... crystal clear to me to this day.
I'll never forget the moments we shared.
When you comforted me at night, reading me a story and we had long talks.
When you used to take me secret in to Sasha.
Just know that you always made me happy.
I'll visit all the places where you loved to be. I refuse you gone.
Because I felt you every second of my life.
I can feel the warmth and comfort of your touch on my body.
Your presence will remain, but I'll take the advice you gave me, keep the things you did, the dreams you had.
I mean, you were just a kid. Why did God take you away?
Why did he take and spare me?
You're lying in that hospital bed.
I'm starting to wonder if... Did you have a chance...
To see the white room in the hospital.
Your heart beating for the last time.
And you never got a chance to the look.
But I'll never forget you, my dear brother
I miss you.
I hope one day we can meet again.
Now, I'll add that it has nothing to do with the another story, I just wanted to do it a long time ago.
Thank you for the reading have a nice day :)
