Justin you used to be my best friend when you lived here we did everything together we were inseparable. We when to bon fires together we would drive around for hours just because we couldn't think of anything to do. We went to parks and acted like kids again. And no matter how mad we got at each other we would make up in five minutes. Your mom always said we were going to get married from the time we were little kids until the day you died. You were there the whole time I was with Aaron and what he put me through. You saw every tear I cried and you always had my back. When your parents made you move our world came crashing down I only got to see you from your facebook pictures or the pictures that you sent me. We didn't grow apart we talked every night some times all night and I would only get maybe 20 mins of sleep before I would have to get up and get ready for school. But it didn't matter to me you were more important. You were always my first priority. But one day when I got a call from your mom around 10 in the morning I just knew something was wrong before I answered the phone. And I was right I though maybe you had gotten sick like really sick and when to the hospital or something but that part I was wrong your mom called to tell me that she found you dead in your room when your little brothers couldn't get you to wake up so they called your mom. She read me the note you left and she sent me the letter you wrote and I will always hold it dear to me. Your not said: " Mom I love you and I'm sorry I have been trying to tell you since the day we left the move was not right for me, and Dad I'm sorry I let you down. Tell Juliea that I love her and I have ever since I realized girls don't have cooties I really was going to marry her one day" He also said that he had something he wanted them to send me and that I could pick any thing of his that I wanted. I refused to take accept any of it. I didn't want to be reminded every day of my best friend that was no longer here. But now looking back on it I wish I would have taken that old sweatshirt of yours that your mom bough you when you were 15 that was like 5 sizes to big the one that I always stole or wore to bed. Because I can't go a day with out thinking about you anymore and I realized a few months ago that I really loved you too. Justin I know you can't read this and you wont see it but I wish you would have just held on a few more years and you could have moved back and we could have been together. I love you so much and cant wait to see you one day in heavan.
Love always,
Juliea.
