Elle,
I've realized something. There's so much I still need to tell you. Like that I'm sorry I borrowed your favorite sweater and ruined it. And I'm sorry I never told you that Kevin had a crush on you in 6th grade. And I'm sorry I never forgave you easily. And I'm sorry that I didn't stop you from getting in the car that night. And I'm sorry I wasn't in the drivers seat. And I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm just so sorry. And I need you to be here to tell me that it's okay and that you forgive me for ruining the stupid yellow sweater. I just need you.
YOU ARE READING
Elle
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