When I lost my son four years ago at the age of 19, I received so many heartfelt texts from his friends and from people who crossed his path during his short time with us. But I received something from someone which is so beautiful that I would like to read and I received it more recently than not. Beautiful, not nonsense. Not only to believe in love, but to feel it run through my veins and warm my soul. It was him and will always be him who makes me whole. This is neither an unrequited love story or some happily ever after, but rather he was a gift to humanity, one I sought after. The lustful infatuation we had for each other, that was real. Feelings that are so irrefutable, undeniable, impossible to conceal. I’m speechless just as I was when I received this letter as I am now. And it warms my heart to know that my son and this person shared such a loving affection towards one another.