Dear God,
She would always tell me, "God isn't real. You know that, right? Those of us who have realized this are those who don't give a shit."
She would told me at exactly 5:48pm on a Sunday evening after I had come home from church.
"God is real, God is beautiful. I know that he really loves you." I would say and flash a sweet smile before she shook her head.
"God isn't real. Get that through your head." Her opinion was stupid but she deserved to have one.
"Okay?" I would nearly question her statement.
She would never reply but one day, i heard it.
"Okay." She said to me before we sat in silence.
That was one of the last conversations we had.
