I don't know if you can even see this where you are, but my therapist said it might help me cope.
I miss you.
You were always there for me and I wasn't there for you. And now your gone. I don't want to no I can't live without you. I know what you would be saying if you were here.
You would say, "Get up and move on."
But I can't. My heart feels like it has been ripped out of my chest, stomped all over, and then shoved, haphazardly, back into my body.
I have cried until I didn't have any tears left and then I would sob until I had more tears to cry.
I don't know why you did it, but I wish I did. I wish I had know so I could have helped you. I was too late.
You did it.
You ended it all.
You jumped.
I don't know what to do now. I've spent the last month and a half in a constant waking nightmare and you weren't there to wake me from it.
You are beautiful. Perfect. Amazing. My hero.
Dead.
You're dead and I no longer have a reason to carry on loving or living.
I swear to you, though, I'll carry on. I will do all the things we wanted to do. I will do them alone, but I won't stop thinking about you, ever.
You meant so much to me and still do. I wish I had told you.
I wish I had told you how I felt.
I love you.
I will always love you.
You are my lifeline. You are the reason I will continue to live on. The reason I will continue to love.
Goodbye my dearest.
Yours faithfully with love,
Me
Written by Morgana.
