9/6 entry
It’s been four months now and still no signs of Luigi. I recheck the boxes that the drinks came in for anything, a clue for his whereabouts or even a mess-up that Luigi could cause. Nothing. ... I do wish the best for him, but I’m expecting the worst. The worst that my love is most likely pushing up daisies by now. I know my dear Luigi, if there was ever a issue, he could of always talked to me. He always has but honest and open with me, but since he dropped those carbonated drinks at my castle, he became oh-so cold. The way that he held himself and the way that he looked at me, lovely but oh-so worrying. The way that he held my rather small hands tightly in his larger ones and pushed his forehead against mines as he ponder on “nothing.” Why didn’t I see the signs? He carried a burden on his shoulder, a burden that I couldn’t see.