Dearest Heath,
So here I sit...it has been awhile since last I spoke to you. Sometimes i just try to pretend that you are still here..just hiding out...taking a back seat to all this, but then I remember..and that black ghost entangles me and swallows me up,again.
I just need to let you know that I still hurt for you, that I want you to still be here, with us...so badly,that it seems selflish and wrong...and for that I am sorry.
I hear your voice and I tremble inside...I see your eyes and I die a little inside..and as I remember that day...I cry...and I am always left wondering why...
So I will close this letter by saying only..that I love you...and I carry you with me everyday....you gave me a sense of self, and I thank you for that,from the very depth of my soul...
