She died on my birthday, committed suicide on my birthday.
I still remember the night, and I can't stop writing these letters to her in the hospital, at home, anywhere I can.
I miss her, she was my best friend, and these letters make it seem as if she's still here, still alive.
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What happens when two individuals write love letters to each other but either one has no idea? They both think the one could never love the other, but what if they're wrong? What if they could?
What if they will?