I miss Will. I miss him as a friend, as a brother, as a companion.
Again and again, I caught myself now and then, thinking <Dear Will>, no matter where I am, where I go.
He's not dead. He's not dead yet and he's still very much alive. I have to keep on reminding myself that.
It's weird. From our everyday conversations to negative now. From me knowing almost everything you've been doing to none at all now. It's just weird. But if you're in good hands, if you're much better, I'll of course, be very much happy for you. As long as you're well. Peace out.
I need a dictionary to you. I don't understand when you send me all those wildlife links. I don't understand when you suddenly disappear for days. I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I don't understand at all. Give me clues, Will. I need them.
I've told you that you have my back. I'll be here always. Even if it doesn't end the way I wish it would be.
Just be happy, Will. Cheers, mate!