Four years passed and every month I come to visit Michael at his grave. I tell him everything I’m going through, everything that’s happened, and anything that’s changed. I don’t want him missing out just because he’s in the ground. Sometimes I even see his family up here. They still say I should come over for dinner at some point, but it just wouldn’t feel right that Michael wouldn’t be there with us. I still regret not telling him to go down to Devon. If I did he’d still be here with me today. Maybe even married. I still think about my future with him no matter what, it would’ve been perfect.
The last time I was at Michael’s grave I told him that I am seeing this guy called Jamie Wright. I have been seeing him for about a few months. I had to move on from Michael at some point, didn’t I? It has been four years since Michael passed away and even with Jamie, it doesn’t feel right, not how it felt with Michael. Not a fairy tale. I felt guilty that I was with Jamie. I spoke to Michael’s parents about Jamie and they said they are happy for me because I’ve finally been able to move on from Michael’s death.
No matter what happens to Jamie and I, Michael is always going to be my true love. The love I was supposed to settle down with. It’s still so hard to talk about Michael with people, even Jamie. I could never forget someone as perfect as Michael.
Goodnight Michael Peace x
