I have just started to go through the Kyle box at 3am. I have been reading letters for about an hour and I am only 1/5 the way through. I've been crying for most of the hour as well. He was such a wonderful writer. He was the eptimy of romance. His love letters still bring tears of happiness, well I should say they bring even more tears because of the bittersweet feelings now. I really hope that this journy of letters will open my eyes to something new. Already I am noticing some of his weakness that I suppose I ignored. I feel like he really needed me at that time. Both of us were in a low spot and we made each other an addiction in a way very similar to herion.