Go find that special man who is right for you. Matt O'Connell died ... let him rest. Find your own happiness.MattI remembered sitting in a quiet room ...in that giant hospital typing those words ... my soul blackened by its recent brush with death, I had no room for forgiveness or kind words. Somehow I just wanted to communicate the pain I was feeling.I looked at the letter. I wished Jessica had burned it. It was a eulogy for Matt O'Connell and for the love we once shared. It seemed so long. Instead, I turned my focus to the slightly blurry head of the girl in front of me, a foreign exchange student from Brazil who, judging from the way that her head tilted, had already fallen asleep. The boy on her right had begun drawing what looked like a penis on her leg, earning a few barely restrained smiles from the other equally bored students surrounding us. I felt slightly sorry for the girl, who had the reputation of being both stupid and easy, a bad combination. I’d even heard that. For some reason Rory was all eyes and closed mouth. He could be quick of wit as well, but tonight it wasn't working for him."My, aren't you a sweet one," said the young lady as she looked at Terrance and touched his face briefly before she returned her intense gaze back on to Nathan."Well, we'd like to offer you a seat, but I don't believe my wife would understand," said Nathan looking her way.As he continued to look at her something felt off to him. He just couldn't put his finger on it.. Comfortable and with spacious pockets he found himself liking them more as he wore them. He rummaged through the pile and found his present from Chloe his girlfriend of 2 years. Opening the box, there was a small, framed picture of her. She was naked with her legs spread apart showing her clean-shaven pussy and her small breasts that sat higher in the picture. She lay down on the bed they shared together and looked seductively up at the camera. He remembered every part of that day it was their.