Her Diary

His Letter: The Final Chapter

Madison,

I know there is no way of getting this to you, but I hope somehow you'd get the chance of reading this. You know, liking you was never my intention, let alone fall in love. But of course, with your loud persona, my attention was right at the tips of your fingers, along with the rest of everyone you met along the way.

Oh, how you were full of surprises. One moment -most moments- you would sprinkle the world with your vulgar language in a useless, verbose story; then the next, you would shy away in a shell you have managed to build. It was insane how those two polar opposite personality somehow occupied you. For a while I thought you were just that senior coming in; loud, childish, and inappropriate but that was just the tip of your ice burg, because you were something way more; something that grasped my heart.

When you left, regret, along with sorrow, has clouded me. I regret only realizing now that nothing last forever. Every day for the rest of my, dull, boring life, I will regret how I did not hold you when that was what you needed the most. My mind will always hold onto the fact that my fingers were not stroking the tips of your hair, the way you liked it, as I held you in my arms before you left. I will forever regret how I didn't observe you enough to know what really was going on because if I have, there would be no good point in making this letter; instead, your petite body would be molded with mine as we watch reruns of Criminal Minds.

Every minute of every day I have thought of following you. I haven't done it for two reasons; one, on a good day, somehow I know you'd rather have me here, living my life, and doing things the way I did before you strutted through the doors of my heart. But on bad, horrid days, I can't do it because that's the only thing that makes me human. I live my life in a box; I go to work, I eat, I sleep. Those are the only things I do. But when the pain rushes back in through my veins, that agony reminds me that I, in fact, am not a robot. That's the only thing separating me to one.  One of these days, the aches will be too much to handle that I would build the courage to follow you, wherever you may be.

I love you and I don't want to let you go. For now, I will grasp on to you if it was the last thing I do. Goodbyes weren't really something we were good at so I guess this isn't farewell, just a "see you later."

 See you later, Madison. 

 Hello sexies! I'm quite pleased with my ending so I'm sorry to tell you that the alternate ending is definitely not going to make it in this book! For those who wanted that, I'm sorry but I present you *drum roll* with the letter Mark wrote to Madi (you know, the one she shredded before actually reading). Maybe this could make up for the alternate ending. Again, I'm so sorry!