It's day like these, gray and empty, that I miss you the most.
Days where the earth seems to slow down, just to spite the human race and capture it in an intense downpour.
Rainy, bitter emotions.
Days where I long to be with you, long to see your golden smile that abolishes every tormenting rain cloud, outshines even the brightest of suns.
I picked some daisies for you, I know they're your favorite. They're sunny and beautiful, just like you (were) are.
I'll give you these daisies, if you promise me one thing.
Promise me forever, brother. Promise me you'll love me, just as I have loved you all these years.
Because we belong together. You'll see.