Open when...You miss me.
Hi, Jacob.
Judging by the time you're reading this, you're missing me.
Aw, how sweet.
I'll miss you too, after I die. If I die. I might not. I'm writing this just in case.
Hopefully, I beat it. Hopefully I live the rest of my life with you.
I'm just writing this because of the fear that I won't make it. Just in case.
These letters will only be delivered to you once I die. If I make it with you, you'll never see them. That's crazy to think. This is my little diary.
Anyways, you shouldn't be missing me. My dying wish is that you don't miss me. That you don't waste you're life mourning my death.
You need to move forward with your life and leave me behind. It's okay, I'll be here, waiting, patiently. But in the meantime, don't spend your years miserable and live a life full of sorrow.
God gifted us this precious life. We can see each other, feel each other and hear each other. How wonderful is that? It's amazing. It's amazing that we know we're alive. The least we can do to return the favour is by living our lives how we want them.
Don't let my death shape your life.
I love you, Jacob.
Till eternity do us part, Valerie.
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