Dear Ian,

I don't think you had a good reason to do what you did, but I understand. Your mind was sick when you did that. And mine was sick, too. You didn't have to die. I'm sorry if my letters pushed you over the edge. I never, ever meant to do that. I'm so sorry. I'm crying as I'm writing this and I don't know why. Please Rest In Peace. I could have never taken you back because what you did was still horrible, but I wish we could have made this right in person.

Suicide wasn't the answer. I'm living proof that we can heal from our wounds. Not all the way, but enough so that we can continue living. But what happened, happened. I can't change that. But what I can do is make sure that I live my best life so that you can see that at least one of us is happy.

Rip,
Laila