Monday, April 15th, 1912,
Dear Rose,
My mother gave me the best advice, "Every day is a gift and not a given right". I did not understand it as I do now. You have changed my life. There really is no way to describe what we have experienced. Love. Life. Death. Sacrifice. Sorrow. I had no idea that this trip would be my last and surprisingly my only regret is having to leave you here. In this sea of bodies. A tomb of unbearable proportions. A barren land filled with frozen soles awaiting a savior that has not come in time. And a starry night that tries to cover death with beauty. An illusion that never had a chance at prevailing. When I first saw this deadly masterpiece I was amazed, flabbergasted. To say that I was breathless would be a defiant understatement. Some could say it was a diamond in the rough but I say that it was a diamond in all its glory. Flawless well that what I thought. My first day was filled to the rim with new discoveries. I even saw dolphins frolicking in the sapphire sea. After a few days it happened the rumble, the crack, the ice. It all happened so quickly. Me and you ran to the side of the ship, there it was. I did not know it yet but this would be the death of me. I only started to realize the seriousness of the situation when they tried to tell everyone they had just blown a propeller. If it was nothing why lie, there would be no need. It disturbed me to know there were not life boats for everyone. But what was the most heart wrenching was seeing you leap from that life boat. Now we ran, ran to the top. The boat creaked and cracked. It broke and I felt my dreams fallow only moments after. My body finally hits the water and we are sucked down with the boat. My head is suddenly flooded with images of my childhood. I'm on the ice, it breaks. All the sudden I feel the knives they stab me again but soon my adrenalin kicks in. I rush to the surface. Breath. Breath I tell myself. I feel paralyzed by the undying cold. If only that could be said of the people around me. Fading, I can see it in their eyes they have hardly anything to live for now. And moral and meaning is the only thing that can save a person now if one can be saved. Children around me gasp for breath, yelling, hollering, crying. Where could their mothers be died perhaps, the thought drenches the remaining color from my skin. I still have you. Yes, so I keep on swimming. There, there you are although I have no more strength I swim. The fastest I've ever swam I most save you. If it's the last thing I do. It will be the last thing I do. And as you lay on this door I right you this, because you must not give up. I did this for you so you could live a life of happiness. You where my soul mate but know that I am not yours. Somewhere, someday you will find him. You must remember that every day is a gift not a given right. So for me live every day as your last and know this is not good bye because although I may sink my heart never will. Search and you will find it.
Jack
This was an assignment given to me by my 7th grade teacher. A few days ago I was loooking for a document on word and stumbled upon it. I said well why not? So here it is out to the masses in it's original form, remember I wrote it when I was in 7th grade so yeah I know it wasn't by a long shot anything fantastic but tell me what you think. Please Review
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