*Warning-tears may spill*

Dear George,

I can't believe it's been a year. It feels like it hasn't been that long. Of course, it can't be the same for you.

Life.. is harder, now that I don't have my partner in crime. No-one appreciates my pranks and jokes the way you do- well, did. It's all just, 'Tick off, Fred. That wasn't funny.' Old blighters.

I miss you, George. You only truly realize how good you had it when it disappears. You were my best friend, the only true best friend I had. I wish we had studied a little more. Maybe I'd still be with you if I had. Anyway, I can't turn back time. Or maybe I can. I don't know anymore.

I wish I was still with you. I think about you all the time. It aches, in my heart, the fact that you're not here. It's so hard to be alone here, and to remember that I left you alone. Bt the thing that gets me the most is your voice. It rattles around my head too much. Just old jokes, but I hear them and I wish I was with you. If you could actually read this and see me, you would call me a wimp. But you can't.

I amor you, George. I always will. We never said it, but we knew it.

Fred.

George picked up the old piece of paper, read its content, and burst into tears.