"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I miss you even though you passed before I was born. I feel like the first time I seen you, I knew you my whole life, I understood you. I thought and still think you’re the most handsomest actor there was and is. I loved how you weren’t afraid to be yourself. I love the way you could get into any character. And mostly I love the sound of your voice when you sing. I didn’t know you were dead at first. When I found out I was heart broken. I was also angry at you and everyone who was with you that night. Such a beautiful soul gone too soon. Sometimes I dream about you and I hope and pray It’s really you talking to me. On Jan. 30th It was my birthday and I went to Hollywood. My family and I decided to go on the Hollywood tour to see all the famous homes and places. I found out we would be seeing The Vapor Room which is where you died. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. As the tour was going on we finally came up to the club and I started tearing up. I wonder what was going through your mind as you were lying on the floor using up your last breaths of air. I wonder what your siblings were thinking at that exact moment. Sometimes I wish that some how I would have knew you and was there with you that night to prevent you from doing the drugs or drinking that substance, but I wasn’t. I hope you know that I care and I wish I had one chance to have a heart to heart conversation with you and ask why. I love you. I hope you’re having the best time ever wherever you may be at this moment. You’ll always be in my heart.