In my neatest handwriting, I wrote:

September 5, 1989

Dear Casimir,

God, your mother, and the rest of the angels and saints are watching over you. The sun is rising, and the doves are bringing peace. I hope you are feeling alright. I know it isn’t easy, but I want you to try this whenever life is getting the better of you. Breath in what is good, and breath out what is bad. That is what my dear friend McKenna taught me to do. You’ve shown me so much of your soul this summer, and you have become my best friend. I love you not out of pity, but out of, well, love.
Compassion has brought together our once contrasting outlooks, and we both came into each other’s lives at just the right time. I needed a friend to confide in, and you needed new hope, and ultimately, renewed faith. That evening when you kissed me, I was soaring among the stars, and I wanted the moment to last forever.