The story so far:
I keep thinking about all of the things I will never get to do with him. I think about the
movies we will never get to see together while holding hands in the theater, the dances we
will never get to attend together, and moonlit walks in the park that we will never get to
share. I only wish I could have saved him the night that he left earth and went to heaven. I
wanted so desperately to be the one to do that for him, because I'm sure it would have
brought us closer. But maybe that is just wishful thinking. It is all so sad--a young life
snuffed out like that, and for what?
What was he doing that night? Who was he with? Was he in the wrong place at the wrong
time? I want answers, but what good will that do me now? The police need to find the creep
who did this to him. He is still out there.
Maybe he is someone I know...