Leslie's Birthday
Well, today is a very sad day. It would've been Leslie's seventeenth birthday. I've been trying to hold all of my feelings back since the funeral, but I let it all out today. It wasn't pretty. I keep remembering all the good times I had with her. And the bad. Some of the good times were running around in Peabody Place singing the Sex Pistols, or dancing in the front row to The Avenue. We went on walks, and talked about things that were bothering us. Some bad were walking in my room finding her beating the shit out of my wall because she was afraid for the lives of us being in the car when my dad was tipsy. I remember she was always afraid of dogs. She couldn't stand them. One night, she went on a walk by herself and a dog chased her. She was so scared. She hated bad drivers, or people screwing around while driving. One time, when Steven let Justin drive, he wasn't a great driver and she cried. Not many people ever saw her cry. She was beautiful. She never liked anyone calling her beautiful, so I always called her handsome. She was beautiful, inside and out, I just wish it didn't take me so long to realize this.
I love you Leslie. You mean so much to me. You had a huge impact on everyone that knew you. I hope now you know how many people loved you.
