I ran into Kakashi at the memorial. We spoke briefly about Sakura, told him she was excelling beautifully and that he had nothing to worry about. I even commended her for helping me pick out Dan's flowers this week. Kakashi smiled…at least, I think he did. It's difficult to tell behind that cryptic mask of his.
Dan. It would've been twenty-four years this day, huh, babe? I can't remember exactly. All the flowers, the dinners, the sunsets, the kisses—there were so many to count. So many. Too many things that made me love you. Too many things that I miss. Too many lonely nights. Too many drinks for one. Not enough drinks with you.
God, we had something good.
Please tell me you're still there. Tell me that you hear me, tell me that's you're still listening. I miss you so much right now...
Damn it. Who the hell am I kidding.
