A/N: It's not that good but I got the idea for this at 3am when I was really sad because this book broke me let me know how I can improve, and thanks for reading!
February 15, 2016
Dear Jesse,
My doctor says I need to find a way to say goodbye. How the hell am I supposed to do that? I loved you. I don't think that I said it enough but I did. More than anything. And you clearly didn't know that because you're not here but I still am, writing this stupid letter. I don't know how to do this, Jesse. I don't know how to say goodbye.
Love,
Henry
April 13, 2017
Dear Jesse,
I miss you. Everything would be so much easier if you were next to me now, instead of under a headstone, slowly decaying. We could have gotten through all this together, instead of you leaving me. I know it's not your fault. I never thought it was. But I thought it was mine or Audrey's for so long. I know that it's not your fault. But it would have just been better
Dammit, this is a terrible goodbye. Now I miss you even more.
Love,
Henry
November 21, 2019
Dear Jesse,
I've been in college for a while now. Me and Diego broke up. I don't think I ever told you about him. He was great, and so understanding. He was different than you, and I loved him for it. But, dammit, Jesse, I couldn't forget you. He understood that, too. He said that's why we had to go our separate ways. I remember, we went to the beach once. We buried you in the sand and made you into a wierd spider creature. I can't ever do that again. It's been years, but I still miss you. I almost wish that I could stop, but I'd feel like I'm betraying you. There's really no way to win.
Love,
Henry
January 24, 2024
Daer Jesse,
I graduated. Not recently, but I think you should know. Of course you won't. You'll have long since deteriorated into bones, fully incapable of reading letters. I got a degree in science. No ones surprised. I have a boyfriend. His name is Austin and he's nothing like you, but I'm sure you'd love him. I still miss you, and I think I always will. I need to say goodbye though. I'm still not sure how to do that. I can't stop loving you. I can't. You were just too... I don't know. Special? But I think I need to stop writing. I should have stopped writing after telling you I loved you. Maybe you didn't know. It probably wouldn't have made a difference. I love you. Goodbye, Jesse.
Love,
Henry