To George. Thank you. Thank you for being there for me, even when I wasn’t there for you (yes, i deeply regret it). Thank you, for always being able too put a smile on my face. I think about you everyday, and the fact that I didn’t call. I hate that. I hate thinking about you. Our time was spent so... selfishly. If I could, I would do anything too savor the feeling of your hand in mine, or your lips on mine - really, I’d savor anything that happened between us. I remember your favorite color was blue - mine was pink. We would get in playful fights about that. Remember? I hope you do. I understand if not. I miss you. Please, come home.