Nash, I miss him so much. If I'm right beside him right now, with a frown face, he would ask me what's wrong. Even when I'm trying to hide it, he's the only that knows I'm sad. I miss him a lot. Sometimes, we share our sad stories and advice each other. He used to be there when no one else does. He'd calls me randomly but at the perfect timing. He's like a brother to me, in fact, he's more than that cause I can tell him anything. I miss him talking to him. I miss he would laugh at me when I can't do anything right. He bullies me. Why didnt you call me anymore?