Letters to you

Mr. Rayne, 

I used to run to the mailroom every morning to see if I had gotten a letter from you, but now I wont go anywhere near it. That's like a lot of things in my life now without you; I'm trying to adjust to the change, but how the world still spins and the sun still comes and go's without you here to witness it is beyond me. I don't understand, I don't understand how the world can not see the tragedy it just endured. I can't stand the silence in my life now, there is no more excitment there is no more love. There is only a neverending search. A search for a person, or a place that is going to make me feel like anything you gave me. I am not searching for love, I am looking for anything to make me feel like I am not just floating through the motions. I used to be filled with so much joy and without you I have no idea who I am. It's almost like I have to start from scratch, recreate my identity because if you are not who I thought you were there is no way that I am who I believe. You knew neither of us were of this Earth and you selfishly left me, without a goodbye or a warning. You filled me up with empty promises and good intentions and you poisoned them all. I held your mother as she cried for you, your cousins told me that I was the closest thing they could get to being with you, and your past lovers and I all gathered together to try and feel a piece of your affection once again. I am happy that you are content now, completely weightless. I hope your energy is exploring all the places you wanted to go, and I hope it's even better than I think it might be.

 Love you endlessly, 

Abigail