I recently realized that JB (who died earier this year in a car crash) was, in fact, the most amazing person to ever have come into my life. After school ended, all i felt towards him was hatred. He was the most painful experience of unrequited love and I hoped I would never have to see him ever again... As of the 25th of Janary 2009... I never will... for some reason, the full impact of the entire situation only hit me the other day.

I hated him... but never as much as I loved him... All I wanted was for him to love me! maybe he did, but in another way...

once he said to me
"don't worry bee, we'll make it..."

did he make it?