Member-only story
To My @ lexa
Sleep well, best friend. I miss you dearly.
I’m supposed to be the writer; the weaver of words. It should be my duty to write something beautiful. A tribute. A monument to your incredible life. A tale of bravery and strength, facing pain with courage and love even when you had given everything already. A story of the most powerful heroine I have ever known, greater than any character I could possibly conceive.
Instead, my voice has been ripped from me just as your life was taken from you. Your book was just getting started. You had 28 gorgeous chapters wrapped with a stunning cover and an infectious laugh that kept people turning the page. The kindness drew us in, the sparkling personality made us yearn for friendship, and the delight and joy you sang kept us dancing alongside you. We wanted to be characters in your story, even if just for a sentence. Now, the remaining pages are blank. Your book will never have more words than now.
I had the honor of being in many of those chapters. I shared in the immense happiness you brought every time we were together. As life moved us further and further apart in miles, no bond remained stronger than our friendship; our love. You lit a fire in me and around me, sending me along my path with the strength to make it to the next checkpoint with you. You’d always be waiting, with a smile and arms to hold…
