I loved you so much.
I could barely go on after you left.
When you put that needle in your arm, it was just like all the other times.
But then it turned bad.
You stopped breathing, right in my arms.
You died in my arms.
What was I supposed to do?
I wished I could have helped you.
You could be alive now.
You could help me. I could have helped you. Like we always did.
It was amazing.
More than any guy could ever love a girl.
I’m dating another guy right now…
I know, I said I would never find anyone like you, but he isn't like you.
I don’t dare say better, but he is you.
I know it.
He did/does the same stuff you did.
It makes me cry sometimes.
I still have your necklace.
I wear it all the time.
It is my most important object.
I love you sooooooooooo much. Miss you like crazy.: ’(
Love your boo, Hannah.
Comments about this poem (Dear Jeremy, by Hannah Eichenauer )
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