dear alaska,
love; that's what you are to me. i love you, i'm loving, i loved you. and i've come to realization that i love you, not like a best friend or a sibling.
i love you more than that.
like a crush.
yeah, that's what it is.
i'm crushing on you, not the girl who i had always talked about during school.
i like, no, love you.
and it's killing me.
because you're not around anymore.
and i can never take you on dates or buy you flowers or ask you to prom.
because you're gone.
you're d-e-a-d.
it's just a matter of time before i am too.
-everett.
YOU ARE READING
you're not there | ✓
Short Storyabout a boy who writes letters to his best friend who had commited suicide. [ short story - sincerelykal © ]
