I miss you.
It's been a year now.
I wish you didn't have to leave.
I wish you lived.
I'm leaving, too.
But not to see you yet.
I'll just be in a place away from here.
Guide me.
Be my angel.
Never a day passed that I didn't miss you.
I miss you more today.
Everyday.
Always.
Let my love reach heaven.
I love you, Matthew.
I love you, brother.
I wrote this dated 23rd of February 2016. Exactly one year since my brother died. Two days before I left the Philippines. I wrote this down on a piece of McDonald's napkin. I bought two chicken meal, one was for me and the other for matt. I sat there eating, writing this, all alone. But I know, he was with me.