Dear Andre,
Life isn't fair. That's what they always say, but that phrase shouldn't pertain to you. Someone like you, someone so special, someone who always makes others happy...you deserve more than fair. You deserve what you give others. I didn't know you that well. To me, you were the hecka cool korean french guy that worked at Orleans, gave me hook-ups on DDR, who always smiled with those cute teeth, who let me choose the music to play in the arcade, who loved some Japanese star named Takako, who drove an Acura with a tyte stereo system, who disliked country music that made you feel like you're in the south. and who watched Disney Channel. Remember Stephanie? She was the girl I introduced you to from Cali. You took us to Wal-Mart cuz you needed ink for your printer. Then you took us to Tea Planet to meet up with your girlfriend Mallory. You asked for Staphanie's screen name but you didn't ask for mine. I'm sure you didn't mean anything by it, but I was too self-conscious to ask for yours. That's one of the reasons we weren't closer. I wish I hadn't been so insecure and just asked for your screen name. Then I wouldn't have so many regrets. I regret not being closer to you. I KNOW you would have been a great friend. Our meetings were few and far between, but you have never been anything but nice. Giving compliments such as these are common in these situations. But Andre, honestly, you are such a great person. And I mean it from the bottom of my heart. It's hard to actually grasp the fact you're gone. We never spoke much, but I never thought we would never speak again. Before, I really questioned heaven's existence. Now I pray to Buddha every night, I pray very hard, that heaven does exist because if it does, I know you're there. And no one deserves to be in heaven more than you. I really miss you, Andre. I hope you're happy. I'll always miss you.