It's September.
11 Days from now we'll remember a tragedy.
A tragedy that no one will ever forget.
A month from that day.
I will remember a day I will never forget.
and a person.
I will remember stumbling around Sims, sitting in the lobby sobbing.
I will remember walking around campus, not being able to do anything but cry.
I will remember him.
And then. 11 days from that. I will turn 19.
I make wishes on 11:11.
Maybe 11 isn't such a lucky number.