It's hard to say in words what you truly mean to me,
I've spent countless hours trying to describe how you make me feel to no avail,
Many letters incomplete and balled up only to be thrown like a free throw towards the trash,
I sit at this big oak desk with an empty paper starring at me as my right hand tries to attempt to move the pencil to the paper,
Impatient my hand starts to doodle a heart, then puts your name smack in the middle of the heart,
That brings back the first memory I ever had of us as we played hide and seek and hid together behind the big maple tree,
I remember that first kiss that happened so instinctively, and I remember your bright blue eyes how they melted my heart,
"That tree is still there baby and so is our names carved in the thick rough bark in the middle of a not so perfectly shaped heart",
I said it then and I say it now "I will Love you forever",
Jack bent down with a beautiful Bouquet of wild flowers he had picked from around that tree where he first met his love Sherry,
He placed them along side her tombstone and then ran his hand across the top part of the cold monument.
He pulled a paper out of his pocket that was once crumpled up but straightened out earlier in the day,
Putting on his glasses he held it up to read, "Baby", I rewrote this nearly a thousand times but then went through the trash to find it. Its the first letter I wrote and I think out of the lot its probably the one I should have read to you before you passed away.
"Sherry", Jack started to read out loud as tears came to his eyes. He rubbed them as dry as he could before continuing.
"Sherry", I am so sorry for not letting you have the keys on that night of Christmas Eve when I had a little too much to drink. It should have been me beneath the ground instead of you. I wanted so much to tell you this before and I don't know if you can hear me. Everyday and night I cry as I find myself empty without you. I suffer from my actions and my loss, but most of all I miss you and how you made life worth living. Ive often thought about taking my life but I cant risk not making it to heaven as taken my own life would be a sin.
If your with the big man now, Jack started to cry and his voice cracked a bit , "Tell him I love you and miss you and I'm ready to come home".
Jack laid down on the ground next to his loves grave. He cried himself to sleep never to wake again.
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