Don't Let Me Go

snow wishes.

Dear December,

I never thought I'd say this, but, I hate you're snow.

I'm sorry, but I do. I never used to, but I have a reason to now. And I hate looking out the window every morning to find stupid snowflakes falling from the sky. I can't help but think about all those useless wishes.

She called them snow wishes. They were her own kind of wishes, since she didn't like wishing on eyelashes or dandelions. She wished on snowflakes, and I found that unique and adorable.

She always made the most ridiculous wishes. She wished for things she already had, which always confused me. Once, she wished that she could have someone to sleep next to in the night. It made me wonder. What did she really mean by that?

She always did have a poetic mind. Everything she said held so much meaning, so deep in meaning. I could sit there forever in the freezing cold and listen to her going on and on about anything and everything.

She never did like to express her mind to me or the other lads. She was so insecure, especially after July happened. She was slipping away slowly, but she held it all in for the sake of the band. She was so selfless.

I hope she still remembers, wherever she is, how we used to be so happy. How we always enjoyed each other's company. I hope she remembers everything.

Why does the world always take the people that matter?

Have you ever just wondered why the greatest people die too early in their life? It's like God doesn't think society is worth a person so pure. And I guess He's right. We don't deserve something so innocently beautiful, because we're so ugly. People are horrible, and we don't deserve wonderful people.

I did something earlier today.

I wished on one of your snowflakes. I can't tell you what I wished for, but I'll give you a hint.

Life sucks.

The boy who didn't believe in wishes,

Harry.