So as I was going through some old journals and sketchbooks i found one of the many letters from you right in the middle of them. I miss you so much kid. Although this letter kind of made me sad because once again, reality hit me hard about you being gone forever but that letter also kind of made me happy in a strange way. I guess because it gives me hope that there are actually good people like you out there, not eveyone is going to do you wrong, there are people like you that are trustworthy. This is really weird and I probably shouldn't even be writing this but I will anyway. I guess what I miss the most was having you as that person that I could go to and they'd drop what they were doing just to meet my needs, and not only that but also advise me on the right things to do. But oh well, shit happens in life and unfortunately it was your time to go.