okay so it's random but I was reading this book and I just had the idea to write this really sad letter. I need people to cry with me because someone in this world has probably written something like this to their loved one
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dead roses; i'm sorry
hey, it's me (again). That's one more week I can still write to you. I miss you. How have you been? Are you okay? I haven't been able to sleep lately. It could be from all of the new medications or because of all of my thoughts lately.
I love you.
I don't know if you'll ever read this. I don't even know if I'll live to see you again. I won't stop loving you until I'm gone. I promised you, and I won't break that promise. You deserve at least that much.
I'll be leaving soon. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I may not be able to send you letters anymore. Will you miss me? Will you miss getting these letters in the morning? I know I'm going to miss you. Your smile, your laugh, even that thing you do when someone says something stupid.
What will make you happy when I'm not there? Will you find someone else? Please, when I'm gone, find somebody else to make you happy. That's all I wanted for you, for us.
Go with someone who doesn't need a wheelchair to get around. Someone who doesn't have to get medical examinations every other week just to make sure that there isn't something else that's wrong with her. Someone who doesn't need a machine to keep her heart beating. Forget all about me and the pain I put you through. It hurts every time I think about you and your constant worry.
I'm not getting any better. The doctors say there's nothing they can do for me. I'm going to die in this hospital. I'm so sorry for dragging you into this mess. We could never stay together like you wanted. We could never have kids, buy a house, or even open that clothing shop that you wanted.
I'm crying again.
My mother's stressed because of the money she owes. We'll be taking me to visit some of my family one last time when my heart is deemed strong enough. We don't know how much longer I have. It could be ten years, ten months, ten days, or ten hours.
I'm sorry. I have to go now. Please listen. I love you.
Good-bye.
Sincerely,
Your Love ❤___________________________________________
04.17.19
Welp I already made a whole separate book for this so...
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Randomyou know when you write something but you're not exactly sure where it goes? yeah well this is just a bunch of that.