Dear Library Love

Dear Journal

Dear Journal,

I went to his funeral today. They covered his bruises and injuries on his face with makeup.

I hated whoever put it on him. He was beautiful how he was.

Karen was there. She said she just wanted a son. She didn't know Jorge would hurt him.

I hate her. How could she have been so blind? Porter was hurting and she didn't realize it. I don't care if she had been on a business trip. She still should've seen the signs before she left.

I caressed his cheek and told him I was sorry for leaving him. I told him, "I love you forever."

Why could've I have made it in time?

When his eyes didn't open, I screamed. I knocked down a vase that held roses. Red roses.

Uncle Doren tried to calm me down. I couldn't stop crying. I begged Porter to wake up, to smile again. I pleaded for him to laugh and tell me it was just cruel joke.

I had fallen to my knees in front of his open casket wishing to see that beautiful smile on his face. I want to hear that amazing laugh. I want to go back to our library love days.

Why did Jorge hurt him?

I hate him.

I love Porter.

Porter.

Porter.

PORTER.

Porter...