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Well this is a story about me and a guy... we met four years before he died.
I had so much fun with him but I found out in the end he loved me...
I wish I had told him I did too.
I found out only one month before he died that he was dying,
and he never told me he had leukemia before that.

His last words were 'Tell Kelsea that I love her' to his best mate.

It was something I couldn't forget and I wouldn't regret.
I wish I had been beside him when he died, though his friends and family told me how he died... peacefully in his sleep.

i wish he was alive right now so I could tell him how I liked him so...
But I've learnt to live with it, and believe in being understandable to friends and if I really love someone I tell them.
All my friends think I'm a genius and so tough coz he never went to my school but I tried to spend time with him every week of his last month.

He was only sixteen and very sweet to everyone, and he never took life for granted...
I was only nine years old when I met him, and he was twelve years old.
He was only sixteen years old when he died, and I was thirteen...

The hardest thing in my life was to deal with his death...
I'm mature for my age: that's why I'm still grateful for everything.
It was only a year ago...

I have a beautiful boyfriend now, his name is Nathan, we've been together for six months...
Nathan knows I still love Max,
and he's OK with that.
But I do love Nathan and he knows that too.
I've overcome my fears, and I think it's what Max would like to know: that I've moved on...


Max was my first love,
and I'm happy he was...

If I could speak to him right now for only one minute I'd say
'I love you and I miss you dearly every day'.

I would give anything to have him back but I know it was his time to go...
He was my soul-mate and best friend.
No-one could replace him even if they tried...


So R.I.P Max. We all love you and will never forget the way you made everyone's days ... Lots of Love Kelsea and all.

by Kelsea Smith

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