All of my insecurities have kept me from admitting my true feelings to you. I'm tired of wondering if you're thinking about me when I think of you. I fear that you don't. I only want so much for me so that there is more to give you. You were my reason for living. And now that you're gone, I have one for dying. Feeling like this, I know I love you. If I can't even give you half of what he can, then off the face of the earth I go. But my love will be here still because unlike me, there's faith in it. Bye.

~Xavier Johnson