First let me start by talking about Jesse, my best friend. I met him July 4, 2010 at the Goo Goo Dolls concert on the parkway. I was singing and dancing and randomly, this beautiful person came up to me and a friend and wanted to join us. I was instantly drawn to him. I didn't know anything about him, but I needed him in my life. We ended up watching the fire works together and He ended up tagging along home with us. Later that night goofing off taking pictures , he kissed me unexpectedly. We spent so much time together. Became best friends , but shared a unique love. I adored this boy. He opened up and told me he had a problem. He was a heroin addict. I refused to leave his side , because regardless of his sickness he was the most amazing person I have ever met. A few months after we met he had overdosed , they revived him. He then called to tell me once he was stable. My heart was broken thinking I could have lost him. What the fuck would I do without this kid? He ended up going to rehab shortly after and I wrote him every week. But I never got a letter back. I was devastated. One day I got a random call. I answered , and all I heard "Hey boobear" I cried. Hearing his voice. Knowing he didn't stop caring. I was so fucking happy. He was doing well. He came home for New Years. Spent it with me. Went back. And came home a month later. And I saw him as much as I could. We grew apart only because he had moved back to jersey. But he was always my number one. Over two years ago, January 2, I got the news that he had passed. He had relapsed and overdosed. My world crumbled. To this day I am not at terms with this. I talk to him out loud daily. I have his picture everywhere I go. I would give anything to have one more hug. See his smile one last time. And hear his laugh , ugh.