Nikita,
I got your letter the day after i wrote on this, i got it and i cried for awhile. And now i can't even write you back, as my own mother threw it away.
There were so many things i wanted to say to you, so many things i wanted to ask you. And now i can't, I miss you my friend.
I pray that one day i will speak to you again somehow, someway.
Always I will be your friend,
Jason D. Cantu
There were so many things i wanted to say to you, so many things i wanted to ask you. And now i can't, I miss you my friend.
I pray that one day i will speak to you again somehow, someway.
Always I will be your friend,
Jason D. Cantu