You were very loved dear girl... And I know we had our differences and I always had a really hard time trusting you for some reason, but I loved you immensely. You were a fighter and beautiful at the same time. You were tough and sweet. You cared about EVERYONE. You cared about those that I could never bring myself to, but you would have faught anyone you needed to at the same time. You were one of the bravest people I'd ever met and I will miss you. I will miss getting to spend my senior year with you and getting to grow closer to you again. I know that I did things to distance you from me, and for all that I know you knew I was sorry. Things would have always been a bit different between us, but with time, we would have been close again... I hate how things ended between us. I would have loved to have had another year with you... Loved to have had more time to make things right. I know that eventually I will have peace about this situation, because after all I will see you again one of these days, and I know that where you are is not a place of sadness or of hard feelings. I know that you have no room to harbor any bitterness towards me where you are now, and that even while you were here, you found room in that huge heart of yours to forgive me and love me again. I will never forget your laugh. I will never forget your smile. Your livelihood. Your compassion. I will never forget that look you gave me, or what you said the last time you saw me. You looked at me with sympathetic eyes that said everything was going to be alright and that you loved me, and then you smiled and said, "Have a wonderful summer, Rachel." (:
That was our parting goodbye, and I'm satisfied with that, really. But I will miss you. There will be a whole in my senior year where you should have been, and I can't change that. I love you, and am happy for you that you got to go home and that you don't have to expirence this place anymore because I know you are in a much, much better place... Save me a good seat, will ya?
</3 Rachel Ann </3
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