To my best friend, Hey, it's me, Gene. It's been exactly six months since you have died, and I miss you. I miss your smile, your laugh, the way your brow would furrow when we wrestled, everything. I miss all of you. Even though you've died, I decided that I needed to get something off my chest, and since I can no longer do it in person, I decided to write it. Anyway, here goes everything. I have feelings for you. And I'm not trying to sound like a girl here but I have felt like this ever since I first laid my eyes on you. I don't know why, or how, but I just do. And it's not like I wanted to either. I wanted to only think of you as a friend. I tried so hard, too hard, and ended up hurting you, just because I wasn't man enough to face my feelings. I tried everything. Hell, I dated at least 15 girls just that first year we met, trying to make my feelings towards you disappear. But it didn't work, it never did and never will. I never forgave myself for what I did to you, God knows I probably never will. But I need to accept the truth. It's because of my denial towards these feelings that you're gone. It's because I wasn't man enough to tell you how I felt, because I decided that taking my anger on you for making me feel all bubbly inside was right, because instead of telling you I love you, I decided that I would make you fall from that tree. I decided to hurt you. Because of all of that, I will never forgive myself. I realize now, when it's too late, that telling you would've been the right choice. You were my best friend, you still are, and I will never forget you. I love you. Your Friend, Gene Forrester