Dear Bianca

*i wrote this for one of the kindest, most beautiful person I know. I don't really write but I wanted to do this... For her I encourage you to read still (if you want) but keep in mind I'm not good at this and I wrote this for her enjoyment not mine. Thankyou :)*

Black. It was dark again, where was I? I couldn't see. It was hot, no, it was humid but warm still. I'm cold, am I sweating? Why am I wet. I'm so tired. Gently I reached out, I felt around with my hand, I felt grass, dirt. She wasn't here? Where was she? I screamed I didn't feel it, I think I heard it, I sound sore. Why wasn't she here! She said she wouldn't go! I can still feel her kiss on my forehead. She wasn't here. I'm so tired.