Dear E,
I didn't know Mr.***** but I know he was important to you because when you found out that he died, you started balling. They pulled you out of band before I could say anything to you, and then you went home for the rest of the day.
I texted you "Are you okay?" Knowing your not. After about 15-20 minutes I texted you "Kid!?" Hoping you'd answer. "I'm sorry." I finally said, and now here I sit typing this out; worried as hell. If you were going to commit suicide once, what's stopping you now? Theres no one stopping you. If you do, I will follow after crying my eyes out, and going to your funeral, then I would go with you, and together forever we would be in hell.
I miss you, after seeing you cry I love you more than ever. Your face was red, your hair a mess from having your head down and your hands in your hair. I feel horrible knowing the last time I saw you beesides when you were crying was when I gave you a mean look because I wasn't in the mood for you calling me Kid.
My heart is with you, dying in your hand. I hope you don't throw it away once it's dead, for even then it will still love you. My love for you is true. I love you through and through.
I know, I know cheesy. But I don't know what else to say! I'm so sorry for your loss, but I really didn't know him, and I'm beginning to realize that I really don't know you.
