Letters to the dead.

dear rain,
its day four and i'm numb. tomorrow is your funeral. they all can say goodbye but i cant. they all can dig a hole and put you in it like a seed that would grow a rain tree. but you wont. you'll be stuck in a small wooden box underground for the rest of forever marked by a stone that says what you where. not who you where. a stone can not simply explain how elegant you where. it cant say how you could fly. all it can say is you where daughter to Emily and john marter. not the soul mate of me or the best friend of Olivia. nothing but that you died at the age of twenty three. but no one else gets that. no one knows how you died. no one knows how amazing you are.your legacy dies a little every time someone who knew you dies. i think that's the worst part.everything ends with everyone. all our legacies do that.i mean some legacy die faster than others. no one cares that you died but when Hitler died the world went into chaos. but i feel like everyones story should be told and should last the same amount of time.but they cant. i'll make yours last longer than a stone in the ground.
your inspired boyfriend,
andrew beirsack

Notes

he typed the letter up this time then folded it. put it in the envelope with her name on it and burned it.

so i finished one of my other stories so this one should be updated a lot more. the next three are already writen so they should be up after i finish reviseing them. please comment vote and subscribe. please i have strep so it may help me feel better! ps thanks for all the positive comments!