LETTERS TO THE DEAD
I lay the letter down in front of the grave that bore his name even though I know it wasn't him, not really.
Those last three words of the letter kill me to just think about them because I never got to tell him, not in the right way anyway.
As I was standing here just looking at the crisp white piece of paper with my scrawled words on it sitting on the dirt of his grave, I was struck by just how unfair this really was. In the movies, the girl always realizes that she loves the boy in time, the boy lives and then you can cue the happily ever after.
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Gah. I just don't know what to with this story right now, I know what needs to happen, just how do I make that happen. So frusterating.
Thanks for reading!
XOXO
Qwerty
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