I remember the first time I ever wrote a letter to you was in 4th grade, when we met on the playground. We became "pen pals" for a while, haha...then of course we grew out of that. But, guess what, this letter's for you...brings back those childhood memories doesn't it? Well, just 24 hours ago, we were on the phone crying together and even planned to meet up next Sunday. Remember? I naively thought you'd pull through because of your tough nature. I can't exactly agree with the decision you made tonight, but I'm proud of you because you proved to be the toughest of us all. Anyone can say that they've been in love before and had their heart broken, but not everyone can say they died for love. My precious K, where are you now? We're all crying for you to come back. You know, you didn't have to leave us all. We could have gone to Starbuck's next Sunday, watch the Hunger Games, and grab ice cream from Baskin Robbins. Baskin Robbins was our favorite ice cream place, remember?
K, I hope that you're no longer crying anymore. Your tears are too precious to be shed for someone that's worth less than dirt. Just know that your family loved you more than anything, I treasured every moment spent with you, it breaks our hearts to know that we never got our last chance to see you, and your disappearance from this life with haunt him forever. Good job K, we love you forever.
With love,
Loren
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