Dear Friend,

I remember our goodbye, when you didn't let go of me, when you started to cry. I cried too. You didn't see it, I didn't want you to, but I did. I never said those words. But it's OK, I'm OK.

Our friends keep whispering to each other, as though I don't already know. I think it's funny that everyone that knew us always thought we were more. At first, I was hurt you didn't tell me yourself. But now I understand.

I still remember a conversation we had years ago. We were debating the merits of God and religion and you said,"I think the Beatles got it right. All you need is love." I think you were right. I'm glad you found it. I'm glad you finally found more.