The moment we were released on bail, I knew that something was wrong. Mum and dad didn't say anything to you, and they wouldn't look your parents in the eye. I should've grabbed your hand then and there and we could've run away together. Ran anywhere as long as it was me and you. But I didn't, and for that, I am eternally sorry.
These past two months (God, has it only been two months?) have been hell for me. Did you know they'd already had our stuff moved when I was picked up? Hell, we both know you will know, that I'll tell you the minute I can. Because you're my other half. The reason I followed you everywhere was, without you, I was only Dave, the fat kid. You showed me that I could be me and that I was good enough.
You know I've never believed in God, but for the rest of my life I will thank him with every inch of me. 'Cause if I hadn't gotten here when I did, then you wouldn't be here at all, and I can't even think about it let alone LIVE through it.
In your letter, you made it seem as though I was the strong one, that I kept you alive, but God Lash, you've got it all backwards. YOU are my road to greatness.
So as I lie here with you in my arms, sleeping peacefully (finally), I put together the words to express exactly what it is you mean to me and how it's you and me to the end, wether we run, or both take those pills, cause that's the only way you're going…with me.