dead

Fifteenth Letter

Why am I writing to you?

I keep asking myself that everyday.
Why do I keep talking to you if you're not here anymore?

I just can't let go of you I guess. Or maybe I haven't really gotten over the fact that you're not breathing anymore, that you can't come through that door and kiss me.

And millions of people haven't gotten over it.

I see fans everyday on Twitter. They beg me to stay safe and to take care of my mental health.

They are really good at noticing feelings, aren't they?

Another fans have lost their enthusiasm.

Hundreds of edits and art accounts have stopped posting.

Millions of people grieve your death till this day.

I'm one of them.