Take My Hand

Dear Ashley,

Words can not describe how much you mean to me, or how much I love you. You’re really my rock just as I am yours and believe it or not, I don’t have that perfect life you think I do. I have my faults, and I’ve done things that I regret just like everyone has. You’re actually the one that’s given me more hope about everything…you’ve been there to make me laugh when I was at my weakest times and you didn’t even know it, but that’s what I love about you I mean you don’t even have to try to make people smile because that’s just who you are.

Two years ago…before you came to Gilmour and before we were friends we found out my dad had cancer. It put so much stress on my mom that I couldn’t take watching her have to be so strong for me and my brother and herself. Just when we thought the cancer was getting better it wasn’t and it killed me and for some reason I blamed myself. I didn’t cut or anything like that, but I did drink…I drank a lot which is why whenever we go out I don’t drink. I hit rock bottom when I passed out in my kitchen with a bottle of my moms pills and a bottle of vodka. Believe it or not, the alcohol saved me that night.

“No…no I can’t give this to her…Ashley thinks I’m this perfect person and I need to be that perfect person to her just for once…” I said to myself while sitting on my bed and I tore up the letter and threw it away in my garbage can. That was the third letter I had written Ashley trying to explain to her that not everyone is perfect.

“knock, knock” I heard a sweet familiar voice saying as I looked up to see Ashley and I smiled as she smiled back at me

“hey!” I replied and she came over kissing me quickly “what’s up?”

“Aiden and me are going out to a party tonight…you want to come with?” she asked me resting her hand on my thigh as she sat on my bed with me