It was Billy all along I thought to myself. And sometimes I didn't listen to him, I must admit. I remember him telling me it was a bad idea to date a guy who hadn't let me meet his parents until a year of knowing him. And when I told Billy about the sock puppets, he just laughed at me and said "I told you so". And again I didn't listen to Billy when he said I shouldn't get married to this new man. On our honeymoon, we were laying in bed, and all of a sudden he starts talking to me with 17 different personalities. I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he told me he wanted to wait until he introduced me to "Peter"...one of the many personalities. Billy told me that's what I got for marrying a Gemeni. And so, I got a divorce. Two months later, Billy died. He overdosed on pills he took for pain. I loved Billy. He was my best friend and I still talk to him often. He tells me when I'm wrong, and what I should do when I'm in a fret. Billy's just Billy. Always has and always will be. And I'm a little scared to not have Billy with me anymore, so tonight I'll do the deed. Goodbye and so long.