Hey… I don’t even know if you can hear me, but I’m talking anyway. It’s weird… sometimes I look up and I swear I see you there, just… waiting. I keep thinking about the little things, you know? Like how you laughed at nothing, or how you’d roll your eyes when I annoyed you. I keep expecting to hear your voice, and then… nothing. Do you remember that time we stayed up all night, just talking? I keep replaying it, over and over… like maybe if I do, I can bring it back. But I can’t. I can’t bring you back. I don’t even know how to say goodbye… or if I even should. I just… wish you could tell me it’s okay, that you’re somewhere better. I guess… I’ll see you in the stars.