Dear Connor,

I met you here on DA about a year and a half ago.  Who would have known I would have had some of the most interesting conversations with you.  I was moved by the way you write or had written.  From the very first sentence I ever read, your words wrapped themselves around my essence and kept a fierce grip ever since.  Our friendship blossomed with the fruition and love of literature in general, but the emotion you possessed but did not let everyone see was amazing.  I will not go into the details of the secrets shared or that of the privacies of your life, here at least, maybe in my actual journal though.  I do however have regrets as do almost everyone who loses someone, but I want to make a public declaration.  You were loved then, and still are now.  I know I wasn't the closest of friends, but when I read Sam's journal the news hit me like a bullet to the heart.  For I was going to write and try to call you over the weekend.  Kind of missed you brat!  Now, I guess I will keep on missing you and those crazy talks we would have.  I am truly grateful for every letter or piece of advice with my writing you would share.  Hell, I am grateful to have met you for any reason.  Though, your heart wasn't strong enough to sustain this life any longer, your spirit made the most of this existence.  I am proud to have known you in any way.  You will be remembered from all those you touched with your writing, with your being.  You will be remembered in my writing and my heart Connor...

Love
Rose








R.I.P. Connor O'Donnel
The stars shine brighter at night because of you...