50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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You wrote me a goodbye letter

You told me not to open it until you..I won't say it. Said it was incase you don't fight this battle.

I cried.

I cried until I couldn't breathe because this made it all real. How you could be gone and I would have no ability to help you. And yet, you're still the one comforting me. I think you cried a little too because you held me tight enough where I wanted to forget how weak you actually are.

The letter is on my desk and occasionally, I want to rip it up and burn it. I never want to read that stupid piece of paper. Ever.

And if I do, that means my world is broken beyond fixing.