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Caesar Caesarino,
I shouldn’t have let you go alone. This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen. We were going to be safe and happy and together; me, you, and Suzie Q. That was our plan. Do you remember that? All the things we talked about on all those late nights sneaking around the island, how we planned out so much stupid shit? None of that seems to matter now. I miss you.
After returning to New York and crashing my own funeral, I realized I never got to give you a proper goodbye. In the heat of battle, we didn’t have time to give you the proper funeral you deserved. I don’t doubt Lisa Lisa had one for you while everyone thought I was dead but… you know… couldn’t really go to that. You were like a son to her, which, I guess makes us spiritual brothers or something, but let’s not focus on that part. I
t’s been a few months now but it still feels like yesterday. I’m not ready to let go yet, but maybe that’s okay. I keep looking over my shoulder just to see if you’re there, waiting to surprise me. Everything I do lately has been to make you proud. I hope you are. Suzie Q misses you like crazy. She tries to hide it more often than I do, though. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes she sets an extra place at the table for you. She always says it’s because she miscounted but I know better by now. We both never imagined having to do this without you.
Caesar, you were the first man I ever loved. You taught me to be comfortable with myself and who I am no matter what the world may think. New York isn’t as open with that sort of stuff as Italy was, but it’s still fairly welcoming. You would like it here. Although, I guess if you were still here, I would have stayed in Italy for you and Suzie. It’s a lot easier to relocate one small person than one small person and one lunkhead mass of muscle.
This letter was supposed to be my goodbye to you but I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet. I’ll write again soon.
Love always, Jojo.