Dear Blake
Its almost a year.A year without you,your big blue eyes,your brown hair,your smile,your hugs and kisses.A one week is left to that date.My room still smeels like you.Maybe its because your perfume is in my closet.I don't know what to write. I'm not poetic since you left.I can't write happy stories and songs anymore. All the pages are filled with your name and my tears.I'm afraid that i'll forget you,if that is even possible.
So love these are my letters for you,i know that you'll never read them.But its gonna be one hell of a week just like the whole year.
Love,Cassie
