Zackery moved to California a week ago. I'll admit it's been hard on me. I lost my best friend. He's crazy but I love him nonetheless. I have never been so open with anyone, even my therapists. I trust him more than I've ever trusted anyone else. I feel unconditional love and acceptance from him. I know that he is one of few who genuinely understands where I am coming from. He really looks out for me and he cares. He doesn't show it in a conventional way by any means but I like that. Hanging out with him has been very eye opening for me and I can't thank him enough for all the good he has done for me. I feel like I have grown a lot as a person. I have more confidence now than I have in a long time. He taught me that it is okay to say "No", I'll never be able to repay him for how much that has already benefited me. He made me believe that I can do better than what I have been settling for and I can't sell myself short. I admire how strong he is, he is quite possibly the strongest person I have met in my life and could ever hope to meet. I hope the absolute best for him but more than anything I hope that our lives cross paths again. He has been a true blessing in my life and he has my heart.