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Do you remember that time we were in your basement? When we came upstairs, no one was home, and we thought the rapture had happened? Do you remember that time we sat in study hall, and you took my journal off of my desk and wrote "I just want to stop and thank you, baby. How sweet it is to be loved by you." Remember how everyone always thought we were dating? Hell, we probably should have been. You cannot even deny that we were perfect for each other. I never had a crush on you, though. I sort of always just loved you. You were my best friend, Jesse. You got me through so much, you were always there for me. You showed me things in life that were new to me. We felt the same about everything, and I always understood what you meant even in the most simplest words. I feel like I could have done something, to have saved you from that car accident Friday night. I know there is nothing I could have done, and that it was fate. I just miss you so much. You were my best friend.