Dear Alec,
This is probably the last letter I'm writing to you. Mother found the box of our old things, my old phone, and these letters. She told me that it was time for me to move on from you, and that writing to someone who's gone will just prevent me from moving on.
I know you're gone and I know that writing to my dead boyfriend probably isn't the best way to get over you, but I can't just stop. I guess this was my way of compensating for never treating you the way you deserved to be treated, and appreciating you when I never did before. Your death has been haunting me for months, and this has just been a sort of method to cope with the pain of losing you.
I remember reading a quote once that said "The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive" (R.Montgomery, 2010). I think this has been how I have been keeping you alive. However, these letters give me a wistful sort of longing, and I can't have these strings tugging at my heart anymore. It hurts, Aaron, but I know Mother is right. I can't do this anymore.
Thank you for everything. I hope to see you again one day. I'm sorry.
Love,
Irene
