But, most importantly for me, you will be loved by a girl who was never be able to know you in real life, in spite of a vow made as child to do so. Know, Christopher, that you and Margot helped a teenager through the angriest, most hurtful years of her life without saying a person-to-person word to her. I loved you then and I love you now and will always.
*The candle is lit*
Fly for real now, Christopher.
ETA: I was going to include a poem I wrote about Chris in high school, but I seem to have misplaced it for the moment. Will include as soon as it reappears.