It has been three weeks since your accident, and I still cannot believe that this is real life. It seems as if the world is exploding around me. Music doesn’t ease the pain. The books don’t give me the same joy. I can’t even write without my pain seeping through. That’s why today I will start writing you. I want every detail logged and prepared for you when you wake up. I want you to know how much I miss you. I want to be able to show you just how loved you are. Things are not the same without you. So, I’ll begin.
Starting with an apology.
I’m sorry I cannot be at the hospital every day. It’s not because I don’t love you. I’m sorry my grades are not as good as they could be. It’s because I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m sorry I have not been a great friend to Christen. It’s because she reminds me that you are not there. I’m sorry that I have been a mediocre girlfriend. It’s because I am broken.
If there is one thing that I have learned in this three weeks, it is that I will not give up on you. I may not see you every day, or even every week but I want you to know that you are why all of these relationships flow the way they do. You are the reason that I have not entirely flown off of the hinges. You are the reason that we all strive to be the best versions of ourselves. You are the glue.
You deserve the world. I will keep fighting for you.
I love you.