I went to the latino club this weekend with some new friends and a song came on that made me think of you. I recognized it from the guitar solo at the beginning. And I remember telling you when you dedicated that song to me that the lyrics weren’t that deep. But I still liked it. I danced with someone new to that song. The same song we danced together to in your mom’s kitchen. Do you remember that? I do. I was so in love with you. Anything we did together was fun. I’m over the pain of everything we went through but I want you to know I do still think about you and I miss talking to you. It kills me that we can’t be friends, but life goes on. You’ll never read this…but it doesn’t matter.