A short story by lvdoomien I started another one. The last one became full and I had to keep writing for you. It’s becoming harder and harder to write these but it’s all I have now. I don’t even practice my Stance anymore. I’m afraid I’ve forgotten it. I’m afraid I’ve forgotten a lot. I haven’t forgotten you. I never will. Nothing important happened today. I miss your smile. Today I remembered that I’ve forgotten to date my entries. That probably won’t change. I don’t write that much anymore anyway. I hope you don’t mind. I caught one more fish than I usually do. Hurrah. Nothing happened today.