I haven't forgotten you.

From the first time we spoke to the last time we shared each other's company and we didn't even know it would be the last. I know how cruel the world can be and I have done everything I could to make it a better place and I promise I am nowhere near done. Trying. It seems like that's all we have these days. Counting days like we are counting sheep and yet somehow we all seem to lose track. How have you been? Because if we haven't spoken in a while I hope the distance in between us has been kind to you and the next words that you utter is "I found you again". As you're looking down at this book, I'm looking at you smiling because this is one of my favorite ways to communicate with you. This is my love language. I hope you are actually okay and not standing on the lies that you're fine or "okay" because I've watched that foundation fall time after time. I mean look at me: standing in a pile of rubble and ash. I'm glad these words will be something that you can firmly grasp and hold onto and I promise you that I'll always be right here. I haven't forgotten you. I just hope if the distance finds us again, can you promise me that you won't forget me because...

...the world already has.