Laila,
It's not over.
It can't be over.
I will never find anyone like you, your the one I want to marry, the one I want to have beautiful green eye'd babies with. I wanted to grow old with you and hold you close even when we were in our sixties.
I am sorry you had to go through all that and I am not mad at you for keeping it from me. It was your decision.
But we could have made it through all this, together. I could have helped you.
The worst feeling ever is to be given a letter that your dead girlfriend wrote to you, moments before committing suicide.
When I fell for you I wasn't the same and I know you wasn't either.
I don't know if I can live while knowing you will never be able to run into my arms after a bad day
or being able to kiss you whenever I wanted
or being able to cuddle while you or I was feeling low.
I hate this,
I hate it so much.
I can't continue to write.
It hurts because I am only writing to the ghost of you.
You are not here anymore but my feelings for you will always remain.
I love you Laila Ann Nelson.
We will meet again, I promise.
I love you sunshine and I will always be your moonlight.
-Mikey
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The End ➵ mgc
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