Sorry for not coming last Saturday
I'm so sorry
I loved you so much,
I love you so much.
It's been confirmed,
Your death has been confirmed.
I kept hoping,
kept coming,
even if they had told me you were probably dead.
I didn't want to believe them,
they weren't sure,
so there was some hope you were still alive out there somewhere.
Some people from your unity that were also presumably dead were lucky,
they were still alive,
Why couldn't you be one of them?
I just,
this can't be true,
can it?
I mean just one moment you're there and the next no longer,
No it can't be
I just...
no..
I don't know what to think
how to trust a piece of paper?
Jane
YOU ARE READING
Letters I wrote you
Short StoryIt was saturday, again, and I was still waiting. Very old story, wrote this back in high-school, it's probably very cringy.
