Common sense tells me that I should let go of this idea of you and me, that you've said no and I should accept that. But there's this other part of me that just can't let it go, a part of me that says 'wait and see' and 'fight for him'. That's what I've been doing James, fighting for you and hoping for you and praying for you. Call me crazy if you like, but you matter to me. I hope one day I'll hear from you again. It was such a privilege to be able to call you a friend James, if only for a little while. I want to be friends again someday, if only in heaven.
God, only you know his heart. He means so much to me, please be with him, keep him safe, shelter and protect him. Thanks.