Dear Nash,
You're mom told me what she's been meaning to tell me.
She said that you're gone, is that really true?
She said that you commited suicide, but over what Nash? You had me. Wasn't that enough? Wasn't I enough? Wasn't my love enough?
I told you I would write this last letter, this is my last letter.
It's about 3AM and everyone went home, everyone left, yes there is a nurse but she won't know, she won't know that I'm gone.
I have to trust that my mom or someone will mail this letter to you. But what would be the point, you're dead. You're gone.
Maybe, if there is a heaven I'll see you up there, maybe we could be together.
Your mom gave me a letter from you. She begged me for forgiveness for not telling me. I couldn't say anything I just stared at the wall.
Were they scared that I would go crazy knowing that you killed yourself?
You didn't tell me in your letter.
You just explained that how much you loved me, and how much you wanted me to move on.
Well I can't. I'm already dead. I'm killing myself.
Well, in away I'm not. I'm going to be dead anyways.
I remember when I first met you, when I was six. My Parents and I moved in the house next to yours, and you came over with your front two teeth missing and a plate of cookies in your hand.
'I'm Nash.' You explained. And I told you my name and you told me that it was pretty and invited me over to your house to play in the play house in your back yard.
We became best friends.
I remember for the eighth grade formal, when you asked my dad if you could take me. And then asking me.
You've always been a gentleman.
Then I remember fresh man year when you asked me to be your girlfriend with a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates.
I remember our first kiss. I remember how nervous we were.
I remember everything.
I love you so much,
I hope I'll get to see you after this.
Goodbye,
See you soon.
