He just came and hugged me. He told me that some of the best times of his life he's had with me. That he's sorry and wants me to be happy. That he's finally found "it" again, that missing part. He told me that he'll always love me. And that September 2, 2018 we should meet up in New Orleans. That's when he'll be 41. The age a friend once told me that he would finally be able to love me again. I can't stop crying now. The last time he told me he loved me was in June. I knew this was going to hurt but I didn't think it would like this.
