You almost killed ME when you said you almost dyied. Please call me. I want to have you in this world. And whoever's reading this, I don't care that it's not a poem. Cheyenne, you said you wanted to let me name them? I will name one a jr, after me, and Harlea, after you. I love you Cheyenne. I want to move out to Oklahoma with you. I want a family with you. But please stay alive. If that means staying up for days on end, that by god do it! I started eating again, and quited the hurricanes. All I'm saying is do whatever it takes to stay alive. I love you Cheyenne.
