I love you. Maybe I lost my mind. We shared so much. We helped each other out, called for hours, played golf, went to lunch, talked during passing periods, and now you hang out with a bunch of losers who peaked in 7th grade. I miss you. I want you. I know we were never anything but it sure felt like we had everything, everytime I was with you. I Mean, your fucking republican mom loves me more than Trump- thats a statement. I feel as though we will always have that spark, but it will never be a burning flame. Love you, too much, Timothy. -C.T.