It's been six months since I lost you and Michael to a drunk driver. I didn't think that I would ever get over that. We've been friends since the fourth grade. That's seven years of friendship. Seven years of great memories with you. Countless nights I'd cry. I have lost my best friend, my sister. I was alone and there was no one there for me to pick me up and make me feel whole again. I've always blamed myself for your death, Melissa. I tortured myself with that. I never wanted to let you go. Not at all. Even if you did haunt my dreams, that was better than not having your presence with me. There are so many things I want to say to you right now. About how I'm sorry that I wasn't at the hospital where you took your last breath. About how I'm sorry that I stole your sweater without telling you back in the 6th grade. About how much I want you back into my life. I love you, Melissa, I do, but I wish you weren't so far away.
