Dear Tim,
Remember how we became friends? It was one year before I got my diagnosis and a bunch of boys were pushing you around and calling you a faggot. I stepped in and punched the leader right in the nose. He and his buddies ran away like cowards. I didn't think I was that scary.
After that, we met up every Sunday for pizza and bowling. I really loved those days. They were my favourite. Even now you bring pizza to my house and we play bowling on the Wii because I'm to weak to lift a ball.
I really miss those days.
