Dear Adam,
I had a bucketlist, you know for stuff of us to do.
I guess it's kind of stupid now, your dead.
Bucketlist With Adam
1. Go to an open air movie screening from open to close
2.Walk around a zoo past closing time
3.Paint hilarious graffiti on traffic billboards
4.Have a glow in the dark nerf gun war
5.Run in five color runs around the world
6. Make up our own language and speak it for a day
7. Lay in bed a whole day with you
8. Make a new trail in the woods then built a small fort for others to discover
9. Jump from a waterfall holding hands
10.Have a food fight in publicThe list goes on and it will never be completed.
I carry your cologne around with me, spray it on my clothes when I miss you a lot.
It's like you never left. My fingers still grasp for yours as I walk, but all they get it empty air. My lips still yearn for yours pressed against them, but now they're turning blue in the winter air without you. I still walk into the class expecting to se your smile, but all I see is your empty chair, waiting for you to sit in it. I still get ready to embrace you in my arms as I walk through the doors of my home, but I remeber your not there.
I see things in my room that were once yours, and I can't motivate myself to throw them away because I still feel that you will come back to get them.
Your phone is sitting on my desk, text like rip, I miss you, we love you keep filling up your inbox, but they'll never be read.
I guess we never miss anyone until their gone?
Love,
Bailey
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Teen FictionIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger