Day by day, Andre's on my mind less and less. What does that mean? Does it mean I care less? No. Does it mean I'm forgetting? *sigh*, maybe. Does it mean I'm FINALLY beginning to grasp the fact he's gone? Yes. I used to think about him every hour. Now...twice or thrice a day. Writing this entry will be my closure. When I go to Orleans, I still expect him to be there. After it happened, but before I found out...I remember I was watching Finding Nemo that day. I looked around the arcade...just to say "hi" and maybe get a game of DDR. I didn't ask about you. I should have asked about you. I'm sorry Andre. Give me a sign that though we weren't close...I still meant something to you.