Letters I'll Never Send.

5

Dear God,

I was in the hospital when I woke up.
The cuts on my wrist had an IV sticking tenderly out of them.
Rian was holding my hand.
I woke up a little bit, quiet enough that he didn't see me.
He was crying, and mumbling "please don't leave me. I need you."
I've never seen him so vulnerable.

Love,
Danielle.