From: Justin J****** [mailto:********@govmail.state.nv.us]

Sent: Monday, February 04, 2002 8:30 AM

To: ******@ccnugget.com

Subject: First Met

I remember when we first met how I would come to see you work at the Nugget after I would get off work at the Theatre at 11:00 p.m.

I remember how I would think about you all day long, but could not hear your voice until 2-4p.m. because your shift would not end until 7a.m. and you would sleep until that time.

I remember on the weekends I would still come in to see you no matter what even though it was my night off, and I was partying it up with friends.

I remember how when Josh told me he liked you and he would do everything in his power to get me to go to the Nugget with him, just so he could see you "he was embarrassed to go by himself".

I remember how I would pretend like I was not interested when he asked me to go, then I would make fun of him because I knew the real reason he wanted to go.

I remember how I used to pretend to try to match you two up together, when all I was hoping for was for you to actually fall for me.

I remember how I would act or show little or no interest in you, to see if you might want my attention.

I remember how I would think of events, talks, places to go and things we could do that might interest you, just so I could see you again. (Have a reason to see you again).

I remember how when I would come to see you, (just like Josh) I would come alone because it did not matter if I ran into any of my friends and I was by myself, you were what mattered and I knew there was no embarrassment for me coming to see you. I preferred to be alone. You were what mattered.

I remember how hard the nights for me were when I would not come see you, because I was afraid I was crowding you, or I wasn't sure if you enjoyed my company.

I remember how just thinking about you would make me smile (like I am know), and how much I would anticipate seeing you again (like I still do).

I remember how sad it is to see you cry, and how helpless I feel knowing I can't help you feel better when you are sick.

I remember holding you at night and how it makes me feel to touch you. My face pressed against your back, I can never be close enough. I smile the longest when this takes place. It's the best feeling ever. It is like winning lottery every night. (that feeling of joy).

I remember how I still feel and think these same things and hope there will be many more to follow.

I love you.

Justin

-n0fx