You know people care for you when they remember the small things.

Like how I love eating the brownie mix and baking only half of the brownie box.

Or like how I don't care if I live on the streets in New York.

My little corner jokes were never made to become memories.

I know, however, that when we are older, we will remember them.

I love my K's, you are so important to me you guys.

I don't think you will ever read this though.

Oh well.

Just remember, Readers, it's always the little things.