Short Stories

Dear Jackson

Dear Jackson,
          I've heard about you recently. Everyone's saying that you met someone new-- a girl? She sounds nice. Bella, I believe it is. I apologize if I am wrong. I'm glad you found someone! I hope she will make your days brighter, as I tried to. Everyone has flaws, yes, but it seems that mine were too hard to handle. At least for you, it seems.
          Forever, it feels like, when I last held you in my arms. I miss you. I do. You have the brightest eyes, you know? And my god, your smile! It's absolutely stunning! I could go on and on about it. You have the most attractive attitude. You're kind of a badass, I'd say.
        Anyways, you're probably wondering why I've decided to write you. Well, I've been thinking lately. A lot. To the point where I wish I didn't have the capacity to think. Before the end of this letter, I want to vent to you. I want you to know how I feel-- how I've felt.
       Jackson, why did you leave? And at the worst moment. My anxiety was through the roof, I was getting bouts of depression again, hell my family wanted to institute me! Do you know what that's like? To have your mother call the police on you? And for what? Because I wanted to die? It was my choice! Not her's, not my father's, not even your's!
        I remember when we use to sit on the edge of my roof, and you'd listen to me play something on your guitar. I never was good, was I? I remember when we'd lie in bed, and just explore each other. Nothing sexual, just getting to know each other. I remember when you would hold me in the middle of the night when I would cry, because I was having a nightmare.
          I remember when you loved me.
          Jackson, this is my last letter, the last piece of writing anyone will get from me. I've sent everyone else their own letter. This is yours.
           I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy. I miss you, Jackson. I do. I hope Bella is the light at the end of the tunnel for you. I remember you always talked about that.
           It was my choice back then, and it's my choice now. But this time, I'm not going to be stopped.
          Goodbye, Jackson.

Sincerely,
Aaron Donnelley.

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Dear Aaron,
          I'm sorry.