Sep 23, 2006 17:22
dearest pat.
i wish you could read this. i wish you could read everything that your friends have written about you. i don't know what to do with myself. i have been a mess all day.i just wish i could hug you one last time. you are my best friend. and no one will ever know how difficult it is to let you go. i was your first girlfriend, your first kiss. and you broke my heart when you said things wouldn't work out.
your toothbrush is still in my bathroom for when you spent the night. your bathing suit & uderoath shirt are hanging up in my closet, waiting for you to come over and take them back. but you wont take them back. this is so hard for me, pat. i don;t know what to do or what to think. i am such a mess. i can't cry enough tears for you in an entire lifetime. i just wish there was something i could do to bring you back. you shouldn't have died last night. why did you have to leave?! i'm so sorry for yelling at you. i'm sorry it had to happen like this. i just hope you know that i love you so so much and i think about you every day and i will continue to think about you everyday until i am up there with you. playing in our jazz band, dancing and listening to "purple haze".
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, PAT.
R.I.P.