NINE YEARS.
ONE WIND CHIME FOR EVER MOMENT MISSED.
I DIDN'T BOTHER COUNTING THEM THIS YEAR.
I ALREADY KNOW.
I ALREADY KNOW.
OR VICE VERSA. OR BOTH. DOES IT MATTER? I LOST YOU ONCE, AND I LOSE YOU ALL THE TIME NOW. SO, I'M WRITING IT DOWN. FOR YOU. FOR ME. FOR THE IDEA OF FOREVER.