Losing you was a reality that felt like an absolute nightmare. It couldn't be true. I desperately attempted to jolt myself awake. Awake and away from the dire pain filling my chest and soaking my lungs. Tears streaming uncontrollably down my face, falling to my knees and gasping for air as I heard the news. I wanted to scream but could barely catch my breath to muster anything but "No".

Hundreds gathered in our small town that night to pray for you, holding on to the hope for a miracle to occur.

It never did.

"He died this afternoon, due to injuries sustained in an automobile accident." your pastor spoke what no one else could.

In the mid-February frost, my numb and shaken body found its way to your favorite place: the skatepark. Flashbacks of the warm breeze flooded my mind. We spent countless days of summer there- and pretty much everywhere- as long as we were together. You were my first love. I would have done anything for you. Whether it was sneaking out of my window at 2 am to comfort you, or making sure you were alright even when you didn't feel like it. I'd give anything to hear your laugh or to give you one last hug goodbye. After things ended, we slowly grew apart, but you were always there for me when I needed you most. The last time I saw you was a week before the accident. We were at our friend's house. I worried about things being awkward between the two of us, but when I looked into your eyes I felt the same calming presence I did months before. You handed me a slice of buffalo chicken pizza that night. I knew things were okay. I never got over you, and I don't think I ever will. You'll hold a special place in my heart forever.

You didn't deserve this. The most beautiful baby blue eyes, and the kindest soul, taken too soon. I'll never understand why such a promising young life could be cut so short.

I'm so sorry.

If love could have saved you,

you would have lived forever.