Dear CPC,
Today is remembrance day. I need to write to you again. Even if I won't publish in time, as I need to check my grammar cause I'm too close to crying. Depression is also a war, and you're one of the fallen. So I remember you even more today.
Because writing on this day has become more than a promise, it's a habit. You were a friend who had the greatness of a brother. You still are. You're just gone now.. And yes, the days get a little easier. But many of the times I've written to you, just like now, I'm doing it with tears in my eyes.
I will talk about you again. It's all I can do, think of you.. You were a religious person. The only one who ever convinced me God might actually be real. Until the day I lost you. That day I gave up on believing. If a God exists, how can they be so cruel to take you away? You were-.. You are, an amazing friend. An even greater brother figure. You had a kindness in you, that I can't even begin to explain. You gave so much to others yet always remembered yourself.
It was me who forgot you that one day. My parents had been treating me worse than usual and yes I was in no state to help. But I lost you. I lost you. Yet I still woke up the next day..
I'm sorry. That's also what I named this book. I'm sorry. Because I am. I'm so sorry. I failed you. And the guilt still drowns and suffocates me. If I had given you a little longer, just a little bit more, maybe you would still have been here. But you're gone. There's nothing I can do now. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..
I'm sorry, CPC
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I'm Sorry
RandomI can't let go. I've tried, for years. But I can't. Just like I can't stop the tears from falling again. I know that you're gone, truly gone. And we will never talk again. But I can still write to you. And who knows, maybe you are able to read this...
