Dear beloved friend up in the clouds,

It's been almost eight years since you've been gone, and it hasn't necessarily gotten much easier. I still remember in seventh grade when you asked me to be your girlfriend over Facebook chat. It was such a typical middle school relationship, but as I got older I realized how meaningful it is to me. You were the one who first introduced me to Starbucks and still, to this day, I can't drink hot vanilla lattes anymore because that drink is tied with you forever.

I remember all of our dates to the mall where we wouldn't even shop. We would just walk around, and laugh, and talk for hours. I remember all the time we spent at the park and when you would play your guitar for me. I remember how you always had your camera, and I would get so mad when you would constantly take pictures of me. I loved every second we were together, and It was cut too short when you left the Earth. I remember how angry I was at you three days before you died, and by the time I was ready to forgive you, you were already gone. It took me a long time to get over that, and for me to not blame myself for your passing. I started to wear an angel necklace for you and when I turned 18, I decided to make it my first tattoo.

Where ever I go, I know you are with me and it has brought me a lot of peace of mind. I miss you so much every day, and dealing with your death was the most traumatic thing a 13-year-old had to go through. I hope you are resting in peace up there, riding your skateboard with your crooked helmet and your crooked smile.

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

Love,
Ariana.