i went to your fb page to show honor to you on your birthday. I'd rather sing you the happy birthday song on the phone. i still cry a lot. i thought i was done because i could say your name without crying. but not always. my counselor asks uncomfortable questions about you and drugs. i feel a little bad for telling her about it. I'm sorry. she wants me to try to get a needle exchange going in MO. it's been in committee here for years, stagnant. i miss the absolute hell out of you. i'd guess more than anyone else who talked with you so briefly.
i love you.
i love you.