I remember we used to walk home together from school because my aunt used to watch you while your family wasn’t home. I remember we would always be kicking it in the back yard my grandma’s pad. Behind where my cousin’s room is, next to the street going down to Fashion Valley. Where there was no one to see what we were doing or tell us we couldn’t do something. I remember I used to come over to your pad too, shit, we fucked shit up back then. Damn, I remember the last time I saw you. I was in like 4th grade and you were starting your first year of highschool. I remember seeing you at the fair and I ended up leaving my homies to go kick it with you and your homegirls. We wen’t to your homiegirl’s pad and just kicked it, hit up some malls, came up, and at the end of the day, you we’re still the same nigga I knew when we first met. Shit, it’s been years since that day. Sucks not being able to contact you and catch up with you. I have tried looking everywhere for some kind of communication with you, I even asked our mutual homies. No luck. Elizabeth, I miss you. Thanks for the memories. Hope you’re doing well.