"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

In September, it will be three years since you took your own life. I know when you passed we weren’t really friends anymore but you are still one of the best friends I ever had and will ever had and one of my favorite people. I realize you never knew how special you were and how bright your light was and that makes me truly sad. That’s almost as sad as knowing you’ll never grow to be the wonderful man I know you were destined to be. Even though I no longer think of you everyday I think of you often sometimes it makes me really sad and I cry and other times I laugh and smile because I knew you and you had a huge part in shaping my childhood. A couple weeks ago I started watching the DVD of when we did Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good , Very Bad Day. I didn’t even get all the way through the first song when my laptop wouldn’t work right and even though I tried to restart the DVD it never played right so I stopped trying. I wondering if some power was watching out for me because now that I think of it I know I wouldn’t have made it through the whole show without getting upset and possibly severely depressed. It really sucks that you are gone what is worse is that we can never be friends again like I know we were meant to be. I can’t help but think if we had still been friends if I could have done something and you’d still be here singing and dancing and being the gigantic goofball you were and still are. I don’t know what happens when we die but I like to think you are somewhere smiling at me and everyone that loved you . I don’t know how to end this letter in a fitting or satisfying way so I’ll just end by saying you were the first boy I ever loved and I will always remember and love you until I die.