Dear Brandy, It was 11 years ago today that we met. We had stayed up all night on the phone and at like 2 am Val asked if you wanted to go to NYC to sign her divorce papers. We met in a starbucks and made out in the bathroom. Our connection and passion were undeniable. Even though we didn't work out as a couple, we became the best of friends. When you chose to take your life, I was broken. Part of me thought, "She beat me to it." I knew that I had to take care of my mental health after that. Your death was my wakeup call. It took me a long time, and it's been hard but today I realized I might not be broken anymore. It's kind of scary to realize. I still think about you daily, there is a whole year of my life that I shared with you and nobody else knows about. David Enchilada, the starbucks barista we wanted to adopt, breakfast on the roof... Sometimes my mind is haze on things and I don't have anyone I can ca...