I miss you. I love you. You were such and inspiration, the first girl I called my best friend and meant it. That leukemia was sick and stupid for picking such an awesome girl, such a strong girl. An absolutely beautiful girl. Sorry about our falling out. Sorry about being an awful hyper kid (I re-read our notebook. I was too much of a dork). Sorry about everything. It's all over now and I miss you. I miss you, miss you, miss you.
Have fun in Heaven for me. I hope to see you there one day.
P.S. I cut off my hair and am donating it for you. In honor of you.
I'll never forget. Promise.