I Loved Her More

Sage

They found a letter. It was addressed to me. That's when the realization hit. It's my fault. It's all my fault. She was driving to see me. Another wave of guilt and grief washed over me, bigger than a 100 foot tsunami. The hardest part was opening the letter. Whatever she wrote was probably the last thing on her mind before she....before she died. The tears don't stop streaming, and wet spots appear on the letter, smudging my name on the page. Trying to read through my tears, I see the words.

I think I'm in love with you.

I can feel my heart shatter as it threatens to stop beating. I've never wailed so loud. I read the rest of the letter sobbing, realizing this is why she'd been avoiding me. This is why she died. For me. She died because she loved me.