I know I told you that yesterday would have been my last letter, but we all say stuff me don't mean, and a small part of me knew that I wouldn't be able to stop.
How do people deal with this? With death?
I have been smiling like I promised, and sometimes it is actually genuine. The best part is that when it is actually genuine, I do not feel guilty anymore.
That is a good thing, right? It better be or else I am screwed.
I have started hanging out with my friends again and it all seems okay.
Guess that is the way it is going to be from here on. Me dealing with being okay, with the ocasional smile here and there and sometimes aa laugh.
I haven't seen skaterboy around anymore and I'm feeling hopeful that he won't bother me again, but I know better than to jinx it.
I have nothing else to say.... maybe that is a sign that I should stop with these letters. But these letters are the only things that keep me somewhat sane.
Me having nothing else to say can also mean that the spark we had when you were here, the spark that made us get together, the same spark that I am desperatly trying to keep of hold of is slowly starting to fade.
I will have to get used to it, and I guess so will you since the letters are going to be shorter.
Love you. That is all I have left to say, or write, right now.
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30 Days Without Him
Chick-Lit▪30 Days Without Him▪ He loved her. She loves him. Join her journey on figuring out who she is without him and how one boy helped her do it. All rights reserved. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
