Dear Josh,
Where do I even begin? You were there for me when no one else was.
You took care of me when my family wasn't there, you practically raised me since I was two. But then, when I turned into the teens. Everything got different, you wanted to give me some distance but I didn't want it. I wanted you to be near, I wanted to tell you everything that was going on in my life. But, you thought it was weird because you were only three years older then me. But, I never thought of you like that, I always thought of you as my brother, my best friend. Then, you went off in the military. I cried almost everyday because I always thought the worst that could happen. That I would sit there in the front row, waiting for them to call your name, and I would have to go up there and put a white rose on your casket. But, then I got the good news, you got to come home, but way to early. I found out that it changed you, and you were sent home because you got PTSD and couldn't do what they wanted. You came home and I went to take care of you, but then my family started to care again. And told me that I couldn't go see you because we were "too close". I didn't get to see you for another four years, and we both changed a lot in that time, for the better, not the worse thankfully. But now it's been five years since we spoken, and I wrote you a letter, that I sent to you, so I hope you got it. But, now I will never know what you thought of it. I will never know what happened to you during those five years, I will never be able to tell you I love you again. I will never be able to stop you from getting in that car, driving to come see me, and I will never be able to stop that drunk driver crashing into you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Love, Luna
Where do I even begin? You were there for me when no one else was.
You took care of me when my family wasn't there, you practically raised me since I was two. But then, when I turned into the teens. Everything got different, you wanted to give me some distance but I didn't want it. I wanted you to be near, I wanted to tell you everything that was going on in my life. But, you thought it was weird because you were only three years older then me. But, I never thought of you like that, I always thought of you as my brother, my best friend. Then, you went off in the military. I cried almost everyday because I always thought the worst that could happen. That I would sit there in the front row, waiting for them to call your name, and I would have to go up there and put a white rose on your casket. But, then I got the good news, you got to come home, but way to early. I found out that it changed you, and you were sent home because you got PTSD and couldn't do what they wanted. You came home and I went to take care of you, but then my family started to care again. And told me that I couldn't go see you because we were "too close". I didn't get to see you for another four years, and we both changed a lot in that time, for the better, not the worse thankfully. But now it's been five years since we spoken, and I wrote you a letter, that I sent to you, so I hope you got it. But, now I will never know what you thought of it. I will never know what happened to you during those five years, I will never be able to tell you I love you again. I will never be able to stop you from getting in that car, driving to come see me, and I will never be able to stop that drunk driver crashing into you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Love, Luna
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