"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

(A part of me died last year, not a good part of me, but still, I feel like I’ll never had that part of myself, and it mades me sad. It wasn’t a side of me people liked, it wasn’t safe, it wasn’t happy, but it was a part of me, and a reason for a lot of things I kept on feeling.) You died, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better for you. I’m sorry for al the voices in your head late at night. I’m sorry for the monsters hiding in the back of your head. I’m sorry for the scars I couldn’t prevent. I’m sorry for the late nights when you couldn’t breathe and thought about all the things young people shouldn’t think about. I’m sorry I kept making it worse. I’m sorry I didn’t pull you away from him sooner. I’m sorry he made the scars hurt even more. I’m sorry he kept breaking. I’m sorry. I’m not sure if you died or just transformed, but I’m glad you’re finally resting, and the bad dream is over. I’m glad I ended up making it okay for you. Keep surviving

Life is unfair, and I wish you are here, so I could take care of you, and love you, and give you advices, you know? Everyday I feel guilty and sad, but that’s not my fault, or yours, I know. I hope you’re fine, little flower. You’ll always be my little princess, and I’ll always love you. I’ll take care from Leonardo, I swear. But he’s just not you, you know that, right? I’m sad because you’re not here, I really am. I miss you everyday, each day more, and more, and more. It was so sad when you dead, I hope one day to see you, and finally hold you in my arms. I love you. I love you. I love you. Goodbye. With all my heart

I miss you, and I’m sorry if I couldn’t help you. I love you, and I hope you’re okay.

I miss you so much, everyday i think about you and it’s so hard because you were like my father. My life right now it’s a total caos, my classmates ignore me, i think they hate because i’m repeating course. A guy who was my friend called me names for your death , ibegan to marginalize everyone and gradually I ‘ve been closing meeting new people and I now see me as an anti – social , I’m always listening to music , because it’s the best I can do , my grades went up a bit, but will return to get off, I often think that I live in a nightmare from which I will not be able to never wake up. In December I went to a concert and I remember when I went out I look at the sky and I told my friend that finally after months I was being really happy and that you were watching me be happy and I thought you were very proud of me , since all this happened I only had the support of my family and friends , I would love to see you again , I love you.

You see I just wrote another letter, to another boy. He’s going to mean nothing in two years, nothing like the way you do.

Everyone says that my fascination with you will kill me, and who knows, it probably will. But that’s okay. At least I wasted my time on you and not some pathetic excuse of a life. You’ve introduced me to an amazing life, and amazing new perception of the world. Thank you, for being my world. I don’t know what I could do without you. I can’t imagine who I would be without you.

You are my everything, I may have wasted my time, but it was well wasted on you.

You’re my best friend and I’m absolutely in love with you. You don’t know because you’re conveniently in love with one of my other best friend. She even noticed, and you’re the reason her and I are having issues. But I’m not mad. Because I only care about you. It hurts, you know? Knowing you don’t feel the same, nor will you ever because I’m not like your type of girl. You are this amazing person that I trust so much and I believe in everything you do. Even though you are terrible at basketball and I tease you, I believe that if you wanted to you could be in the NBA. I believe you could be a comedian, a dancer, a doctor, but what you really are. What you are right now, is my foundation. You help me stand tall and get through the days.

You’re not dead or anything, but I can’t have you. You could be standing right next to me and sometimes it’s like you’re not even there. That’s okay. I’m okay. I’m not sad, I’m just hurt, and that’s okay. Pain comes and I can get through it. I may be hopeless, but I’m not ... Read more

I don’t know if you’ll read this but I want to thank you. Thank you for your incredible book: Your words made me laugh, your words made my cry.. it’s amazing and I’m totally touched. I read the whole book today and I got it as a birthday present of my brother yesterday. I am the youngest child of the family (with 16 years) and I know how it is to want to be like the bigger sister.. In the name of all of us who read it: Thank you really really much. And please stay writing books like “Love Letters to the dead.” I adore you. Love

There were a lot of things you loved: writing, music, the way it felt to lay over the tin roof of the shed in the backyard, and the way it felt to fly even when you were perfectly grounded. You held life like water but crumbled when it slipped through your hands. I knew things weren’t okay. You weren’t as happy as you could have been but I tried to break through to you, I tried to make the ocean you were always drowning in beautiful and it was the least I could have done. Rough wasn’t enough to explain you- no- you were feathers rubbed the wrong way, you were a song with no music, you were the sky with no clouds. I could only imagine the hell- the purgatory. I wanted Father to love you like you wanted him too. I knew that was too hard for him to do but you didn’t and I should have told you. But you were a girl and I was a woman, I didn’t want you to grow up so fast. It wasn’t the drugs; let’s just admit that now while we still have the chance. No the way he looked ... Read more

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You know that I adored you, and that I looked up to you. And yet, I was terrified of you, in some way. You wore black, you liked the bands I would later come to love, but when I knew you, you were so different from me. I remember the days we would spend, sitting together all day. And when the sunlight made your blonde hair look angelic, it almost made me want to cry, because you weren’t angelic at all, but you looked like you were young again there. You would always quote things to me, from songs, or the singers. Two of your favourites were in the book, Love Letters to the Dead. Both from Kurt Cobain. “I hate mom, I hate dad, dad hates mom, mom hates dad, it simply makes you want to be sad.” and the other ” I think I love people too much, so much that it makes me feel so fucking sad.” and Amy Winehouse…. ” I told you I was trouble, you know I’m no good.” You said that about yourself to me. And though maybe in my deepest heart I believed, it was like you became that statement. Was ... Read more