Hey De Luca It’s me Joanna, I still remember how you told me you loved my laugh. That I even started loving it on my own. I still remember how you love orange juice, and how you to cook. The little things around every place in my room remind me of you, from looking someone in the eye too even seeing your hair placed in different peoples faces. I wish you nothing but the best, although I’m still in love with you I’m still holding onto hope.