Dearest boy in heaven,
Do angels dream?
Last night I dreamt of you trying on the different shirts for our field trip when we were in 4th grade. You couldn't choose so I helped you. I said that you looked perfect with gray.
You loved gray since then. So did you want me to love it too?
By making my world so dull without you?
I hate gray.
I hate you.
I hate you for leaving me.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Boy In Heaven
Teen FictionHe's in heaven. She is hoping. Hoping that he reads her letters. Her letters that she sends to him in heaven. In heaven he watches how the letters disappear everyday. The letters disappear everyday, she was shocked. She was more shocked when her let...
