Less than 24 hours.

Tomorrow I talk to him.

I️ hear his voice again.

For longer than just a few seconds.

Tomorrow I️ sit in the same room with him.

I️ see him again.

For more than just class or in the hallway.

Tomorrow is the day where the contained fire is going to be touched.

Do I️ want to touch the flame?

Well I️ don’t know.

It’s been constant and slowly fading for a while.

Do I️ want to pour water on it or gasoline?

Will I️ get burned? Or will it heal the pain?

Tomorrow will decide.

Because tomorrow is the last chance to say hello again or forever say...

Goodbye.