The combination of getting shot not too long ago, a chest infection and playing basketball everyday doesn’t really mix when you have heart problems. If he told me about his heart problems he knows I would’ve told him to calm down the ball. Hounded his ass. But he was in love with that game. He probably played the day the doctor told him to rest for 2 weeks. At least he died doing something he loved. At least he died after I told him I loved him. We would’ve made a month tomorrow. I know it’s kinda early but I do love him and I’ll miss him forever. I’m glad for the month 2 months we spent together. I just wish his life wouldn’t have ended so soon.