i. i hope your family is doing okay without the sound of your voice.
ii. back then, i was still unsure of it all, unable to fit in. then, the night came and we strolled around town for hours, talking, and i thought, “maybe it's not so bad here.”
iii. when i'm fifty years old, you're still going to be a little teenage boy in my head.
iv. it's been a long time since i've been able to write well.
v. sometimes, i wonder if we were even as close as i remember.
vi. i started speaking to your mom a few weeks ago, and i wish i could pull the sadness out of her.
vii. i can't seem to get out of this daze you've put me in.
viii. i was told that at some point, i will have to make the choice between remembering you and letting you go.
ix. my grief is selfish, it is tiring and pointless. i just don't want you to fade away.
x. there is a lot i would give to feel your presence around me again.