Dear... D
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
I wonder every hour of the day if I would’ve stayed a little longer, and held on a little tighter you would still be here.
I wish I would’ve gone my whole life not knowing and wishing you were out there somewhere happy with someone else. Knowing you’re not happy with anyone, and you’re not here at all makes me feel hopeless.
]If the after life exists I will make sure to find you there. I will tattoo the same sketch I made for you on me, as a reminder every day that I have to keep pushing, so one day I can find you again.