by: Lee A. Zito That Saturday morning he called me from the bus station. I thought this moment would never come, but today I would finally be meeting what I thought was my true love. A little over three years ago I had first talked to him over the Internet. We were totally different people. He was twenty-three, I was fourteen, but that didn't matter. We shared the same thoughts, the same views, the same …showed first 75 words of 1537 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1537 total…part of him a good part of him, a hopeful part. Which in turn killed a part of me, an ugly part, a shameful, selfish part. He has made me a better person, and he has changed me permanently. My only regret of that day is all the pain I have caused him. I still love him as a friend and I will never forget about him. He is always with me in my heart.