"I never had money, and I was very happy without it. When I die, my money's not gonna come with me. My movies will live on--for people to judge what I was as a person. I just want to stay curious."

Dear Heath, 

You look quite lovely in that picture. I really love the cardigan. The blue is pretty. I've always liked blue quite a bit. I was wondering about you today, where you are, how you are doing. I hope everything is going well. We all miss you back down here Heath, the world that is. Everything goes on pretty much the same, but somehow it seems a little darker, a little less hopeful. Maybe that's because you are gone, maybe it's just because I am loosing optimism, maybe because it's winter. 

Today I am quiet tired and very upset. I was going to go and see a film tomorrow, one that I am very excited about, but my father is pulling me out of town early so I can't go. I am so mad. I was looking forward to seeing this movie so badly and on the very first day that it came out with some of my most favourite people in the world. Now, by a cruel twist of fate, I will be stuck in a car with my angry father instead. I really don't think that you can fathom my disappointment. Then again, I don't think that matters of human life would interest you anymore.

I miss you Heath. It's a little odd, but I do. There is so many things you have to ofter the world but they can no longer be contained to one body. Maybe we weren't worth it. It makes me happy to know that you still do exist in fantastic films, and I hope deep down that somehow you still leave beautiful finger prints on the world, just beyond the scope of view. 

Today was a good day. I saw many people and I laughed and sang. The quartet, consisting of Allison, Lyndsay, Hannah and myself united and took on the world with car horns, one frightened/flattered male pedestrian at a time. We bought food and foot wear and crooned over kittens. It was happy. I feel very balanced when I am with those girls, as if we each iron out the wrinkles of the others simply by being together. I do hope that we grow to become old women who sit and gossip for hours every day in our wrinkle-free future. Wouldn't that be nice. 

I hope where every you are, fate is treating you well. If you ever need to talk, I am never more than a postage stamp away. Thinking of you often. All the best