dear kal,
today i saw roses and thought of you.
I remember how you liked to wear them in your hair. you looked so beautiful.
I miss you.
everyone else does too. i saw your mom yesterday at the mall and she started crying when she saw me.
I wish it would have been me instead.
but anyways, I don't know why I'm writing this. you're dead. maybe I should stop.
love always,
michael
