the seventeenth letter

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5/23/15
dear ashton,
i've been visiting you everyday from 4:00 - 6:00 at the hospital you're being held at for the next two months.

we'll usually walk in the garden, or listen to music i bring, your favorite bands like all time low and blink.

sometimes we just lay in your bed and take a nap, you sleep but i usually just listen to you breath, thinking about what the world would be like without your breath.

would a tree die without the carbon dioxide or would the rest of the world be enough to keep it alive?

the tree usually signifies me, because i wouldn't be able to breath without you holding my hand and kissing my forehead like you do.

love, eden

p.s. today while we listened to nirvana the sun fell onto your face, which is scattered with freckles and a few pimples, i've counted all of your freckles and i'm in love with each and all of them. the sun fell perfectly and you glowed.

i could see something has changed, maybe just for today or right now, but it didn't matter i loved the smile lighting up your eyes.

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