Dear God,

I made Cody promise me something today.

I made him promise that when I die,

He'll move on.

I only have two months left.

And I asked him to speak at my funeral.

He didn't like it, but he promised.

And he said he won't wear black to a funeral because he knows I don't like it.

Then he cried.

He made me cry.

We cried together,

And we stayed like that for a long time.

I wish we could've stayed there forever.

Or at least for longer than two months.

Love,

Peyton