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I’m sorry I didn’t write to you on November 1st. I swear I meant to but I just couldn’t do it. That was the day I first watched the memorial show and my god everyone fucking killed it. My favorite was Austin’s cover of OCD. Danny’s cover of The Price of Beauty was amazing too. Watching that video, and seeing how everyone was celebrating your life instead of crying over it made me realize how sitting around feeling bad about what happened isn’t going to help anyone. So from now on I promise I will not cry over you. Instead each November 1st I shall celebrate what beautiful life you did have and what a beautiful family you had.

November 18th is slowly approaching me. It’s become my least favorite day. I feel horrible that we were in an argument that night. I almost feel like it’s my fault. I wish you were here to see me now. I’m growing up to be a beautiful teenager. Don’t worry I don’t have a boyfriend. I like a lot of new music now. Twenty One Pilots, Panic! at the Disco, and lots of others. I still like Taylor Swift, but she hasn’t made a lot of music lately. I miss you a lot. Lennon is super silly and looks a lot like you. I don’t see Jay and Natalie too much any more, but Jay has a girlfriend and she has a son. Her name is Katie and she is really pretty. I finished GNMFA cheerleading and I’m thinking about high school cheering. Eighth grade is really hard. I really don’t like algebra. You would be proud of me though. I love you and miss you

It’s been 1691 days since you’ve been gone. I’ve been listening to our favorite songs and I’m starting to miss you again. School’s gonna start again tomorrow and it’s so sad to think that we won’t be achieving our dreams together. I got so lost the past months but I promise to fix my life again like you did. I know I’ve been smoking again and do some stupid stuff or even not attend school but I promise to get things back together like what you’ve always wanted. I miss those times when we would sit on the couch or lay in your bed and talk about little things. I miss those times when I would wake up next to you, when we would stay up late reading our favorite books, when we’d go shopping for dresses to be kept in your closet so my mom won’t see them. I’m really sorry if I only told my family about you after you’re gone, I’m sorry if I’m the cause of your family’s pain. But I know that I’m trying my best to be better again just for you and my future. My insomnia is getting cured and I’m fighting my ... Read more

I miss you like crazy. every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I know you’re having fun, and you have most likely forgotten about your little freshman who is now a sophomore. but I love you. and I always will. you made me so happy, and seeing pictures of you make me smile, and hearing your voice makes me laugh and cry all at the same time. I hope somewhere inside of you, you miss me. Or you still think about me a little bit.

Sinto sua falta. Eu não faço ideia de como começar um carta desse gênero e muito menos como prosseguir, porém enquanto “fuçava” minhas redes sociais encontrei esse site que nos permiti escrever para alguém que já se foi. O site é da autora do livro Cartas de Amor aos mortos, a senhora ficaria feliz em saber que eu ando lendo bastante. Os professores geralmente ficam. O livro fala sobre perda. A protagonista após sofrer uma grande perda recebe a tarefa de escrever uma carta aos mortos. Curioso, a senhora seria seria o tipo de professora que nos passaria esse exercício. Há dias em que eu me esqueço de que a senhora partiu. É como se eu fosse adentrar a sala dos professores e ser recebida por seu sorriso doce. Não é bem assim não é mesmo? A sua dia foi algo repentino. Foi um grande choque saber que a minha amada professora tinha nos deixado. E antes mesmo de saber que tinha falecido, eu pressentia que não nos veríamos novamente. Eu chorei pela senhora. Lá em meio aos Meus amigos, em meio a vários alunos no intervalo, e novamente em meio aos Meus amigos. Eu não me ... Read more

Creo que es el caso de muchas chicas, pero yo llegue a enamorarme profundamente de alguien que solo veía amistad conmigo, el nunca me dio motivos para enamorarme. Para mi el era todo, simplemente me encantaba, un día me anime a decirle todo lo que sentía por el, no me dejo de hablar, le volví a decir y solo me decía que el no se sentía listo, yo aun lo quiero demasiado, eh tenido otras relaciones pero me es difícil olvidarlo, es tan perfectamente imperfecto, sus ojos adormilados rasgados color miel, sus cabello largo castaño, sus labios perfectamente echos, su voz tan intimidarte y dulce ala vez, sus manos que encajan perfectamente con las mías, sus brazos que deberían abrazarme a mi

Childhood – when things were a whole lot simpler. When the whole world was filled with wonder. When everything was black and white. When your parents’ relationship seemed perfect. When Mom never cried in front of you, when Dad never showed his fatigue to you. When your sister wasn’t old enough for a douchbag boyfriend who made her life a living hell and therefore made everyone else miserable as well. When you could run around in the dark and catch fireflies instead of looking around your shoulder for a possible attacker. When you could just have fun in school without wondering if this grade is going to ruin your future. When you just smiled and waved at everyone, their race or job or gender not once playing a part. When you thought the whole world was perfect and everyone was happy… Then cracks began to appear in the wall. There are a lot of things I love about growing up. I can drive, I have a job, I don’t have a bedtime, and I’m going off to college to pursue my dream job. Sometimes, though, whenever I watch your movies (or your studio’s movies) – which I still frequently do ... Read more

My little CECE mouse,

Yesterday would have been your birthday, your majority, your 18 years old honey. You would certainly have celebrated that with a small party, surrounded with the ones you love and who, above all, loves you so very much. I probably would have been there but I guess our journey made a pose when you left the city of our childhood.

Do you remember these evenings we spent chattering in your bed, hoping not to be caught by the parents? These days we spent twittering in playground – Mimi, Lil, You and me, the most explosive of Benettons? Or these hours we spent bringing out clothes and disguises of your white cupboard? And these uncountable times when you clowned around in the street to show us your “feet out of duck” as you called them? I do not know why but my memory of child gives me back me these flashes of souvenirs sometimes. This striking kind of memories that transforms two kids into happy girls and grown-up women.

But if there was a thing I should remember about you, it would certainly be your little giggle, like a mouse, a soft ternary melody that highlighted your white teeth and your freckles, ... Read more

Your first name escapes me even now, and i hate that. I wish i’d know you better and had something to mourn when you passed. I never knew you, of course i met you but those are two very different things. I’m not one for believing in the after life, but if there is one i hope you’re happy there.

I really miss that times what we spend together. I miss how you look at me. I miss how you smile at me. I miss everything. I know that time is gone. That I can’t take back. Thats the saddest moment in my life. It’s almost 3 years when you die. But it still hurt me. All the time. I know you’re in better place and take care of me. From Heaven. At least when you were there I hit you so much! Every year when the day comes I cry a lot. I miss you still. I wish you was there!!