
I write to you, brother, so you can hear me once again. Never forget, never let go. The gray of the pencil is too easily missed. So, I write this as bold as it shows. I know you can heal me, but I no longer heal you. One should never be older than their older brother, but here we are, another year apart. I wonder if when the time comes, it will seem like no time has passed. I wonder what you have been doing with our time, as I always told you about mine. I write to you in black ink, in hopes you’ll do the same.
| SVR
