To you-

I barely knew you. But here is what I knew. Or rather what I thought I knew from seeing you in the halls and our few conversations.

I thought I knew that you were loved. I thought that you could feel the positive energy that was around you. Every single time I saw you on campus you were smiling, laughing and striking up a conversation with someone knew. Everyone that knew you thought very highly of you. The people that were lucky enough to call you a friend, absolutely adored you. I wish that you knew, rather that you felt, that you were loved more than you did. Maybe then I wouldn’t be writing this letter to you.

I thought I knew that you were okay. I thought that you had faced rough times, whether that be school or health, but ultimately I thought that you were a fighter. I thought that you wouldn’t let those times get you down. I thought that you knew that you had people to reach to. I thought you knew that we all had your back.

Yet, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t there to tell you that you were loved and to tell you that everything would be okay. For that I am sorry.

I’m sorry that we couldn’t be there for you. I’m sorry it had to end this way. I’m sorry that for all the things that you thought, the thoughts that led to this ending.

Thoughts can be dangerous. They are powerful. We should have shared ours and you should have shared yours.

There is so much more that I could write to you. But let me finish with this…

Please know that you were and are still loved. People are hurting and the world is darker now that you’re not around. Know that during the short time that you were with us you made a difference. You will never be forgotten. And no matter what you thought, you were more than enough. You, in all that you were and still are, were completely perfect and unique. You have changed us for the better. And for that, I thank you.

Sincerely,