Jackson's Letter

Letter 1

Dear Jackson,
How do I begin, how about the first time I you, August 18, 2015.
On the day I met you, you were a total flirt, talking to girls and messing with girls when you had a crush on someone else. You were nice and goofy at the time. You tried harder in classes and payed attention to little details about people. You were my everything. You were cute, smart, funny, nice, on the right path and you loved me for who I was. I would like to say that you stayed that way. But I would be lying to you. I remember sitting in class next to my friend, she was talking about you. She had said that you were asking questions about me, like what I liked to do, what my nickname was and what I enjoyed the most. I valued that of you because you were the first to express their interest in me publicly. You would talk about the music I liked to me and would compliment me. At this time I thought that you were just a flirt and couldn't help but flirt or that you just really enjoined my outfits or what I was doing because you thought it was cool. You made me so upset because I thought you didn't like me. I thought that we could be something when I needed you the most and that was then. Unfortunately we weren't and we went on our separate ways for a couple of days until you texted me just talking to me. When you texted me I was exited but didn't want to like you because I didn't want to be disappointed that we weren't what I thought we were. But I was wrong. I should of been with you from the start, but then I was young and was afraid just like you are now. After those times we spent talking we finally developed a relationship where we could just talk, be free and we wouldn't judge each other. I will never forget the day you asked me out under neath the bleachers, our secret spot I had showed you. As the days went on we got stronger and stronger but then I found out you were going to parties and getting wasted. I knew what this would do to you, I knew that you would choose the wrong crowd when you had such more out there for you, a potential you could fill. I remember being worried when you didn't show up at your house and parents called me asking if you were with me and I had to say yes to hide the your parents from horror of you passed out on a bench in the middle of some crappy neighborhood. During all of this I still believed in you. I told you everyday that I was there for you and there was so much more you could do then party and do drugs every night. But ever since the night you overdosed I haven't been able to believe that you will make it through this because every time I see you walk out the door at 10pm I say my goodbyes to you, my goodbyes that I would say at your funeral because I would never know if you would walk back through the door in the morning. I just want you to know that I still love you.

                                          Love,
                                                     S