sjsprWriting

Dear Paul,

Some people are such a mess since you left and I know it’s been two years and two months but we all miss you, everyday. The last time I saw you, you were holding a beer celebrating that you won your homecoming game. “Nothing ever happens here,” is what we would always tell each other and we didn’t know you left that party completely intoxicated. I remember it was such a rainy night and I went to a friend's house by 12 and when I woke up in the morning, I received one text message. One. One of the saddest text messages I will ever receive. “Paul’s been in a crash. Please come to Akron General. He’s in terrible conditions.” I’ve never cried so much in my life and I've never been so mad in my life, I could’ve stopped you, and we could have all stopped you. I never talk about you, to anyone and I wish I would’ve gotten to know you better. I had even heard you were going to transfer to my school next fall and I sometimes imagine how your life could have been if you hadn't gotten behind the wheel. I knew you loved football, you had grown up in Hudson, you wanted to play for OSU, you were so in love with Hannah, and you knew how much I hated the snow and of my countdowns to Puerto Rico (which you always made fun of). I feel guilty, I think we all feel guilty, and I’ll never be the same. Your best friend didn’t come to school for two months and I didn’t want to leave my house for weeks. It was just a stupid party, with a lot of stupid people, making a lot of stupid decisions. The last thing you ever told me was that it had been too long since we had seen each other and that’s not a good enough good bye. Wherever you are, they are lucky to have you.

With amor and closure,

Snow White (as you used to call me)