Dear Olivia

This was written for everyone who's ever lost someone that was their reason for waking up in the morning.

Dear Olivia,

I see the light of a million summers dance across your face, and it strikes me just how beautiful death really is because you’ve never looked as happy as you do right now. I remember the times you would sit in my arms, and we’d laugh at anything just to forget. You’re eyes have saved me more times than you will ever know. I can’t be mad at you. I’m not mad at you. But did you ever think how I would feel sitting beside your grave? Did you ever consider that maybe you weren’t here for you? You were here for me. And now you’re gone. You’ve taken me with you and left a shell here on this earth. How could you imagine that I’d ever live without you? You left me a note on your last day, and this is mine. This is my suicide note adressed to a girl who’s already dead. But I’m not dying today. Not really. This shell is just going to stop breathing. I died the day you left. It only took my body a little while to figure out that my soul was no longer here. My soul is with you, floating through the stars where we always wished to be.

Love, Ryan