The pain I experienced witnessing my best friend die reached a whole new level for me. At the time, I didn’t get why she wasn’t strong enough, why she couldn’t hold on just a bit longer, but now I truly understand. It’s not something you can live with, or if you can, well, then you’re beyond strong. Or maybe I could have lived with the pain, but I was just too weak. Maybe if I had talked about it to a professional, something could’ve been done. But these are just maybes. Either way, when you read this letter, it will be too late. My intention is not to make you feel what I felt after Miley died. No, I’m doing this for me. (Oh, and if you’ve gotten this far, please know I didn’t address this letter because I don’t know whose hands it will end up in. It may be my parents, the NYPD, or god knows who. So whoever you are, I thank you for taking the time to read this letter and I hope you’re strong enough to face what is yet to come.)
Yours Truly,
Jackeline Dallas
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