Hold my hand. Don't let go.

Moments.

All gathering towards this one.

Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.

We make patterns, we share moments.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.