I still think about you all the time. You told me that you were praying for me after I was in the hospital, and I was doing my best to get over you. I pray everyday that you can become the man you want to be. It's been many months since we've spoken, I don't think you want to hear from me, but I miss watching scary movies with you and the way you kiss my face all over, your silly personality, your Texan accent, free spirit, and pretty hair. The last time we saw each other, you took off your one earring to go to sleep and left it at my house. You said you would get it next week, but that week never came. I still have it in my jewelry box. It is precious to me.