Dear Hanna
The Letter
Chapter 1
Dear Hanna,
It has been 8 years since your death. I still wonder what life would be if you we're still here. After your diagnose, I knew I would never be the same. It was hard. Harder on me than you think. I always said I was fine when deeply I wasn't. You were the best thing in my life. You were the one. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I haven't spoken to your family since the death. I was worried that things would get awkward between us.
As kids you were more than a friend. I didn't want to admit but I was madly in love, a hopeless romantic. After our accidental kiss, I had to know if you felt the same way. I never asked because you thought of us as friends. I remember as years past and we grew up, we had a special connection.
The one night we spent when we were 14 I remember clearly. We were at the pond. We were drinking lemonade and talking about our good times. Our hands were close. Every time mine touched yours you would pull yours away. Then we got on the subject of kissing. Yes random. And you were blushing as you talked about it. You were saying that is something to do with the mouth. I said it was a loving gesture. You also said it would taste gross to have someone's saliva in your mouth. Then I interrupted you as I kissed you. You of course pulled back in shock. And then shockingly enough, you pulled me back for another kiss. And then it kinda got into a make out section. After that I asked how was my saliva. You said it was disgusting with a giggle.
Those five years were hard on me. Leaving a girl that made you feel alive was hard. I remember when I looked back I saw you on the porch waving your hand and blowing kisses. Those five years, we didn't speak or communicate. We made a promise before that we would. And that promise was broken. I will admit it was my fault. I got caught up in fame.
After your death, I was lost. Now someone has helped me. Her mama's eyes and daddy's smile and laugh. Her blond hair and bright face. Ireland is a answer to my prayers. It's like having a mini Hanna. She has gone on tour with me but we will finally have a break soon. Dani has come on tour and stayed with Ireland and watched all the shows.
I wanted to right this to know you are in my thoughts, forever and always.
Love,
Love Boy
Dear Hanna,
It has been 8 years since your death. I still wonder what life would be if you we're still here. After your diagnose, I knew I would never be the same. It was hard. Harder on me than you think. I always said I was fine when deeply I wasn't. You were the best thing in my life. You were the one. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I haven't spoken to your family since the death. I was worried that things would get awkward between us.
As kids you were more than a friend. I didn't want to admit but I was madly in love, a hopeless romantic. After our accidental kiss, I had to know if you felt the same way. I never asked because you thought of us as friends. I remember as years past and we grew up, we had a special connection.
The one night we spent when we were 14 I remember clearly. We were at the pond. We were drinking lemonade and talking about our good times. Our hands were close. Every time mine touched yours you would pull yours away. Then we got on the subject of kissing. Yes random. And you were blushing as you talked about it. You were saying that is something to do with the mouth. I said it was a loving gesture. You also said it would taste gross to have someone's saliva in your mouth. Then I interrupted you as I kissed you. You of course pulled back in shock. And then shockingly enough, you pulled me back for another kiss. And then it kinda got into a make out section. After that I asked how was my saliva. You said it was disgusting with a giggle.
Those five years were hard on me. Leaving a girl that made you feel alive was hard. I remember when I looked back I saw you on the porch waving your hand and blowing kisses. Those five years, we didn't speak or communicate. We made a promise before that we would. And that promise was broken. I will admit it was my fault. I got caught up in fame.
After your death, I was lost. Now someone has helped me. Her mama's eyes and daddy's smile and laugh. Her blond hair and bright face. Ireland is a answer to my prayers. It's like having a mini Hanna. She has gone on tour with me but we will finally have a break soon. Dani has come on tour and stayed with Ireland and watched all the shows.
I wanted to right this to know you are in my thoughts, forever and always.
Love,
Love Boy
FLIPPING UPDATE!
8/20/14