74 notes.
74 notes to him.
74 notes to him in a box.
74 notes to him in a box too small for 74 notes.
74 notes. 74 poems. 74 love letters.
74 promises for a better future.
74 declarations of affection.
74 poems of hope and care and sugar.
74 notes that he will never see.
74 notes he will never receive.
74 hours of sitting in silence.
74 hours of crying over 74 notes to him.
74 people in the pews of the church.
74 people wishing him well and saying goodbye.
74 people seeing him for the very last time as hes lowered into the ground.
74 people, not including me.
75 people loved him.
only one loved him to the point of writing 74 notes.
74 notes sitting in a box too small for 74 notes shoved under my bed.
ill never love anyone again.
Not to the point where i write 74 notes.