Sara: Your favorite color was purple but you always wore black.

Today, one year you have been gone.

One year without seeing that rare, rare, smile.

One year without needing to tell you to calm down.

One year without needing to sit by your bedside to make sure you were okay.

And only half a year without having someone to talk to.

Baka,

when you died, I met someone.

I could talk to them.. about little things,

about bullshit things,

about anything.

But that is no more.

And I miss you so much.

We all miss you so much.

But I miss that person too.

And I'd do anything to get a second chance at seeing you that one last time,

Because I wouldn't mess it up this time.

And I'd give anything to get a second chance, to not mess it up with the person..

So my breath would once again belong to me.

Bako,

I know I was a pain in the rear some days, and then, I wasn't as kind as I should've been.

But you put up with me, and you made everything o.k.

..I really miss things being o.k.

I love you.

Rest in peace L.K.