Letters to Michael -part 1

Michael my dearest,

I thought that writing some letters to you would help me release the pain I've been holding for such a long time. Besides, that's something my psychologist has been telling me for quite some time now, so the best thing I could do was to begin composing these letters; letters that will never reach to you; letters that will never be read to you.

If you were here, you'd tell me that there's nothing to worry about. Life is too short to keep your mind occupied with everyday problems. And this is the best moment for me to tell you this; life is short indeed. Your sudden death is proof. As for as the other part is concerned, the moment of me being happy, what I need to say is that I can't be happy and careless. I just can't, Michael... Your death is something that still haunts me and will do until I die, I'm afraid. Most of the times, I wish I could be right beside you in Heaven or wherever you are... I want to die, Michael... I don't want to live this life all by myself ... I don't and I can't...

All in all, when you died, I practically died with you. If you were nowhere with me, you'd literally see a zombie. Oh, how I wish I was there with you now...

I guess I'll have to wait...

Yours sincerely,

YN