I think about you everyday. I wonder if you do the same. In only these past few months, I’ve worked on myself, I changed everything you hated and turned them into something you can love. I keep my hair down, wear prettier, flattering clothes. A lot of people have told me that I’m beautiful, so I pray every night hoping that you’ll think the same when we meet again. And I’d do it all over again to make you look at me the way you looked at everyone you wanted me to be. I love you Mario. I wish I had sit it with my chest when I was with you, even if you would have laughed in my face. I love you so much.