Stone.

This might be the first (official) entry to you as well as the last one, we'll never know.

What I do know is that, over the course of the last year, you've become rather important to me, a fact I came to acknowledge as soon as I knew you were leaving.

It's been a rocky weekend, with little time to lick my wounds and moan this sad, cold feeling of isolation. What a way to welcome the new year, huh? moaning you..., being fifteen again.

Damn I miss you and I can't even say it out loud.