014 : dead love letters

dear, the boy i've been in writing all these letters to,

I don't know if you remember me, but (I don't remember me) I want you to know that the only thing I am entirely sure of anymore is that I loved you.

The last thing I remember is the way we argued that night when I was in the crash that ended my life. I was so angry. I didn't stop and neither did the truck that hit into my car, killing me on impact.

I want you to know that I did not feel pain, I didn't have time to feel pain. I was gone before I could consider pain, or what was happening to me. There were lights and then nothing.

I know you blame yourself.

You shouldn't.

It was my fault we were always arguing. I used to complain about how we never used to spend enough time together because you were always busy with work. It really got to me. We always used to see couples together going out on dates, but we never did that and I always wondered why.

Were you busy? Or were you just embarrassed to go out with me?

from, the boy who is lost

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There's only two more letters after this one