The first time I saw you, I was blown away. I knew from that second forward that I would be spending the rest of my life with you.

Sure, we had some rough times, but nothing makes me happier than when I see you.

The first time we had sex, I was so scared. I didn’t want it to be some kind of fling, and I didn’t want you to fuck me and leave me.

I was so happy when you called me. I was at work, and my boss saw the joy in my face. We’re not supposed to take personal calls, but he knew how important this was to me. What can I say? I tell him everything.

After work I saw Janet and told her everything. The way you touched me, how you kissed, and the passion that just oozed from your tongue.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw your picture on the front page of the newspaper. I must have cried for days. We never had a chance to explore our love, for us to have children, to do the things you dream about. I’m pregnant with your child. I’m going to raise him, or her, in your honor. I hope you are proud of me.

By the way, the funeral was nice. You were really loved, weren’t you?