I'm not perfect I make mistakes, I hurt people. I wish badly that I was perfect and that I never hurt another soul. For, when I hurt people I hurt myself much worse, so, when I say I am sorry I truly am.
It hurts to loose a close friend. I will pray for Him. I pray he wakes up one day and realizes its never too late to be the man he was created to be. His errors, misjudgments and choices can stay in the past