28 May 2017
Hey Ryan, it’s me.. again.
Let me just start with the point.. I’m scared. Scratch that, I’m terrified. Absolutely afraid and alone – thinking that you’re slipping away or maybe you were just never there. I’ve always been a strong believer of the supernatural & of faith and guardian angels. I swore you were my angel – hey Ryan, it’s me.. again. Are you still there?
I’m terrified that my faith is slipping. Where did it go? And, why did it leave? Why did you leave & can you even hear me? I’m terrified that one day I’m not going to remember your voice & that maybe, I’ll never hear it again. I promised you that one day we’ll meet again. I promised you that we’ll sit in Heaven’s cafe – hey Ryan, it’s me.. again. Can I keep my promise?
You were there after you were gone. Standing in my dreams – a reminder of a friendship that could withstand something as final as death. I’m terrified that I don’t feel you anymore. That you grew tired and left. That you couldn’t deal with my mundane problems or you were tired of wiping away my tears – hey Ryan, it’s me.. again. Can you tell me that you never left?
Hey Ryan, it’s me.. again. I remember that phone call – the one that changed everything. I remember the tears I cried & how it seemed nothing could possibly get better. I remember the promise I made – the one that said that I will stay strong for you. I’m so so sorry that I’ve lost my strength. I promise that I’m going to hold on – hey Ryan, it’s me.. again. I promise, I will never stop loving you.




