April 18, 2016.
Dear Wyatt,
I am so sad today. So, so, so sad.
Will the pain and sting of losing you ever leave me? I'm starting to think that the ache is as interwoven into who I am now as my own name is. I can no more separate it from myself than I can separate a limb from my body.
Everything reminds me of you, and each memory tears out another piece of my heart. The pain is so consuming that I don't have much of my heart left to give it.
I just miss you. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And more than anything, I love you. Still. Always.
I'm trying to stop making impossible wishes; I know you're never coming back. But I can't help but wish that things were different, and that you were here, and that this pain wasn't. It never seems to leave me.
I don't think I can move on after all. This pain holds me captive, and I can't seem to escape it.
Savannah
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