(Today, five years later.)
I trace 'Chris S. Highfield' on the grey headstone. I place my flowers in front of it, and I sit beside it. "Hey, Chris." I say my voice wavering. "Do you remember when you asked me what I wanted to be when I was older? I figured it out." I swallow slowly. "I'm a writer now Chris, and I wrote a book about us, it's one of my best sellers. I wrote it for you, because I knew you wanted to be a writer. You inspired me Chris." I glance over at an elder woman placing roses on a grave crying. I continue talking "I wrote about how we met, and our first kiss, and how we fell in love. Your letters helped me write it." I feel a tear run down my cheek, I wipe it away. "You saved me that day Chris. You saved me from killing myself." The wind blows my hair gently. "You showed me how to fall in love, and how to care and be strong. You showed me how to live my life." I bite down on my lip. "And after
you passed away, I helped my mom out. She's been sober for three years now and I'm proud of her. I never thought it would happen. And she's there for me now. She helped me stop cutting and I'm not depressed anymore." I smile thinking of my mother. "I go to the beach almost everyday now, and I think of you. I wish you were still here. You should be here. It was a tragedy what happened." I glance up at the sky. "I feel like you're always with me, guidning me through life. I miss you so much." I look back down and I stand up slowly. "You taught me so much Chris; I'll never forget you..." I place my hand on the headstone gently. "I love you, Chris." I whisper.
