My friend Blake can see dead people. He tells me I am surrounded by two of them. They watch me. They follow me. They talk to me. But only Blake can hear what they say. He says he knows all my secrets because they tell him.

There is John, a great-great uncle, who died long before I was born. He found me when I was a small boy and has kept me from danger. I amuse him. He regrets that he lived his life at the wrong time and was deprived of the life I lead. But he says I lived his life for him.

There is a teenage boy, and he is called Anthony. We met once, but I can’t remember him. Barely an hour after we talked, he died from a heart condition. That’s tragic. He told Blake he became my guardian angel because I was the last person he spoke to. He liked me. And he is happy that I have lived a longer life.

One day I will die, and I will meet John for the first time, and because age means nothing Anthony will become my eternal lover.

And I will still be able to talk to Blake.