Dear Devin,
I'm looking over the ocean as the waves crash against the rocks below me. My mind drifts to the events of the past year. Everything had gotten so bad after you died. I know you didn’t want to leave but I guess it was your destiny. That day I promised you I would never forget you. So here I am sitting over the ocean writing you this letter.
I don’t know where to start this, so I’ll go to the first time we met. I remember that day like it was yesterday. You followed me to a meadow — the place I go to escape from the world. I yelled and threw rocks; you probably thought I was insane. You left that day and I thought it would be the last time I saw you. But I was wrong, you were new in town and you were going to go to my school.
The next day you walked into my class and the biggest smile plagued your face as you saw me, while a growl erupted from my lips. Mr. Johnson introduced you and told you to sit next to me since it was the only empty seat. If it were even possible the smile on your face grew and my scowl deepened. I tried to not pay attention to you but it was hard with you staring at me the whole time.
Halfway through class I sighed and turned to you getting ready to explode; but you said something to me that stopped me, something that will stay in my mind for the rest of my life. You said I was like a chain-link fence, I thought you were insane; how am I a stupid fence? But you explained and said I was strong and unbreakable. How could you possibly know that? We just met, you didn’t know a thing about me you barely knew my name.
I called you a stupid fool and turned back to the teacher; throughout the day I thought about what you said and it bothered me. At the end of the day, you were standing at the entrance of the school waiting for me. I hope you know that you’re a creep. I walked up to you stopping inches in front of you; that stupid smile growing on your face once more. We started talking; you weren’t that bad, you were actually quite interesting.
That day you gave me your number and told me to call you. You went from not that bad to arrogant jerk in three seconds. But that night I did call you. I don’t know why, but I’m glad I did. I remember the exact date and time, it was March 17, 2007 at 6:13 pm. My life changed after that call, we were on the phone for hours talking about any and everything. I don’t know what caused me to open up to you but I did. We became best friends after that you were the only one I talked to at school and when I got home I called you.
My sanity was completely gone when you weren’t around; we became inseparable. Years had passed and we started dating like everybody knew we would. We were in love even though we were young; as you always said love doesn’t know age. When we were seventeen you proposed in this very spot under the full moon and shining stars. I could see the fear in your eyes as you got down on one knee and asked for my hand in marriage. Tears flowed from my eyes as I said yes, and you placed the ring on my finger. The rest of the night we spent dancing under the stars.
A week after you had proposed we were on our way to a florist when our world came shattering down. We had just gone through the intersection when we were t-boned by a truck. The car flipped and rolled, glass shattered and flew everywhere; the car stopped and I called your name but you didn’t answer. I told myself you were just unconscious and everything would be ok it had to be, our life had just started.
The sound of sirens filled the air as they raced to the scene; I heard the paramedics saying something but I couldn’t make out their words. You were raced to the hospital and I was sent after you; I lost consciousness in the ambulance. I woke up a day later asking for you but nobody would tell me anything. Finally a police officer came in and told me that you hadn’t made it; I was devastated, how could this be happening? Why did you have to go?
That week I spent in the hospital, I didn’t know what to do without you. Your parents held a funeral for you, my heart was shattered, and the tears were never-ending as your body was lowered into the ground. Ever since that day I’ve been a wreck, not having you here with me, being able to hear your voice or give you a hug.
It’s been a year and I still struggle, that day in class you said I was a chain-link fence strong and unbreakable. Chain-link fences may be strong and unbreakable but they do get dents and scratches. With time those dents and scratches can be mended and that’s what I’m doing. I just want you to know I will never forget you and the love we share. I know you love me and didn’t want to leave; wherever you are I know that love is still there.
Love,
Lizzie
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