FWD: part II

hello my lovely, your the sweetest kindest friend in the world. i love you so much. your at work, yeah, friday nights, i'm here, wouldn't be nice if we were in thailand, at the beach together instead of here and now. someday i'm gonna take you back, or somewhere take you on a holiday all this sounds like a grade schooler wrote it, it's that kinda of love, ***, the purest of all forms, the proudestof all knowing that i could attract i friend like you. with love all ***

BACKGROUND: When we returned to **** I didnt speak to him for a couple of months although I know it hurt him a great deal. I always knew our love was still strong and we would continue being best friends and later look back on this period and laugh at our/my stubborness but I wanted him to know how abandoned I felt in Thailand and for him to feel it for a bit. Two months after our return, he became extremely tired on a Monday, on Friday went to the doctor and the following Monday was told he had leukemia and left town to get treatment at one of the best cancer hospitals in the country, near his family in the Northwest. This email was sent form his hospital bed. He died three months later. The biggest regret of my life is not letting go of my ego and opening up my heart and telling him how much I loved him. But now I tell him every day. And he tells me right back.