Letter to Stephen
There are a lot of things that I want to say. None of them really make sense in my head.
I want to be mad at you. You left me. You're at peace. You don't have to deal with all of the love that you left behind. You told me that you loved me, knowing you were dying.
I want to tell you how much I cared. It's still overbearing. I hurt all of the time. I cry for no reason at all and then sometimes when I need to cry, I cannot.
Right now it's too much. I'll write again later. That's what you asked me once, to never stop writing. Right now it's all for you.
I loved you too.
Jessica
I want to be mad at you. You left me. You're at peace. You don't have to deal with all of the love that you left behind. You told me that you loved me, knowing you were dying.
I want to tell you how much I cared. It's still overbearing. I hurt all of the time. I cry for no reason at all and then sometimes when I need to cry, I cannot.
Right now it's too much. I'll write again later. That's what you asked me once, to never stop writing. Right now it's all for you.
I loved you too.
Jessica