Bruce, you were my best friend, and my soulmate, until someone suddenly and abruptly tore us apart in the summer of 1977. I used to love to make you laugh. I knew you were serious about me, because you had told your mother about me. We had even discussed the virtues of a chapel wedding as we felt that we were not ready for one in the Temple.
Someone tore us apart abruptly, and I was devastated. My life took a completely different turn. I lost contact with you forever. I lived for over forty years, thinking you were alive, and that you simply did not forgive me for what you had discovered about me, not realizing that you were actually deceased in 1989. Oddly enough, sometimes I felt your presence, as if you were looking out for me..
Many times during those forty-some-odd years I have thought of you, and of how much I missed our times together. There has never been another person quite like you in my life. Bruce, I will look forward to seeing you in heaven.
