Dear Planet Earth,
Iâ€™ve never been around a dead body before. I always associated death with decay, worms, silence.
When I was ten and my uncle died, I was told this as aÂ fact, as easily as someone telling me my horoscope from the newspaper. It was a permanent lifestyle change determined thousands of miles away. I never saw his body and I never went to his funeral. He died, and I began to live just as I would if he had never existed at all.
Sheâ€™s gone. Diana took her last breaths six hours ago, but she looks just as youthful and lively as theÂ first day we met. She doesnâ€™tÂ feel dead to me, though her cold skin and my own wailing sobs convince me that she must.
My first love is dead.
And itâ€™s allÂ my fault.
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