To say I miss you is an understatement.
It’s been more than 23 weeks and my heart still aches when I hear your name.My world still stops when they say you’re gone.
We weren’t even 16 yet.
Our lives hadn’t even begun to begin.
We still listened to soundcloud rappers in math class and stressed over english assignments and unfair teachers.
When did this happen to you?
To us?
When did the bags begin to gather under your eyes like the battle wounds of a battered veteran?
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that I’ve only begun to write these notes to you now.
I write these words 6 months too late.
Too late to tell you how loved you are.
Too late to stop you from ending not only your life but all of ours.
I don’t know how to tell you what I’ve felt.
How even the thought of dying brings terror to my heart.
How losing someone has become my greatest fear.
It’s almost funny,
I grew up thinking I’d never experience heartbreak.
But I was so horribly wrong.
For my heart has been broken more than a thousand times since you uttered the words
“See you tomorrow.”

It’s been 6 months,
I’m beginning to think tomorrow will never come.

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