Letter 2
Dear B,
I don't even know how to describe you. You are always there for me no matter what. When I'm gone, I want you to know that none of this is your fault. You blame yourself for way too much already and this was a decision I made completely on my own. I want to thank you for trusting me enough to let me see your soul. You let me see somewhere that I would never let someone see of me because they would be scared away. With each letter I write I feel like I'm revealing myself a little more. It is scary as hell and to trust one person with this much—especially when you plan on living through it—must be so much scarier. I want to tell you that as I look at this old picture of us, I can't help thinking how much we've grown, as individuals and as friends.
You will forever hold a place in my heart,
Z.
