Time goes so quickly doesn't it? It seems like just yesterday we were at Disneyland or sitting in the halls at school. It still hurts, but I'm hoping one day, I will be okay. I hope you know how much you meant to me, and I hope that I made a difference in the short life you had.
I'm scared. They're testing me tomorrow. They think I might have it too. I really don't want to deal with that on top of everything else. I don't want to die. I've just started catching glimpses of what it's like to be alive.
I'm leaving with Mikey. I made up my mind, and I know it's the best solution. It is the best choice for me. He will support me and help me. You knew that. You liked him, too. At the time, it was awkward while you two tried to one up each other at video games, but now it is a fond memory and something to help me realize that it's okay to move on. That's what you wanted all along, right? You just wanted me to live as best I could. I'm trying to live better than I ever could before.
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