Chapter 5

Dearest Gracey.

Your father died around your seventeenth birthday. You cried on my shoulder all night. As I caressed your hair and cradled you. I remember you fell asleep in my arms that night. I hurt me to see you in pain.

A few days later, I found your limp body hanging from the fan. You attempted suicide. 

We rushed you to the hospital. I was teary, sweaty and frightened. 

I stayed with you all night. Holding your hand. I whispered poetry in your ears. Poetry about you. That I wrote myself. I sung to you as you laid there almost lifeless. Never once did I let your hand go. 

I didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t.

Next morning, the doctors said you would be alright. But I wouldn’t believe them till you opened your eyes.

I swear I would have killed myself, if you didn’t open your eyes.

I couldn’t dare envision a life without you.

I was next to you, holding your hand- fingers entwined when you opened your eyes. You smiled at me. I burst into tears yet again. I held you close to me as I kissed all over your face. Again and again.  I told you everything would be alright. Your smile grew. I knew you believed me.

You said you remember those poem I sang to you that night. But I don’t believe you do. 

I took you home with me. My home. Now, ours.

That day, I promised myself I would keep you safe. I would kill for your smile. That I would make it the mission of my life to protect you. To love you.

And I told you that. I told you, “I love you”. Three simple words that took all my courage to speak. I meant those words more than I can tell you in words. I love you and I promise to love you till the last breath leaves my body.

You said,” I love you too” and your eyes shined brighter than they ever did. Ofcourse, I believed you. And it made my heart beat faster than ever before. I kissed your soft lips. Like delicate feather, Because I was afraid I would bruise you if I wasn’t soft with them. You kissed me back with an equal hunger.

I promised to you that I would protect everyone from bullying. That I would make it my purpose to do something about bullying.I would save whoever I can from bullies like me.

Bullying isn’t a game. I knew that by then.

Now, we are thirty. Married and happy. You are sunshine. You smile. You skip around. You care. You are you. And I couldn’t love you more. Our kids look just like you and me. It makes my heart flutter in my chest whenever I look at them. You have taught them right. They aren’t like me. They are no bullies. They are heroes. They help others. I am so thankful to god, I have you.

I know things aren’t always great. But I promise to make them. For you. For our kids. For everyone out there who is bullies or who witnesses bullying without standing against the bullies. I will make up for all the evil things I ever did to you. I promise. I will. Because you deserve that. 

So, tonight when I told you this. You kissed me and said you are more than happy to be with me.

Those words mattered more than me than I can put into words.

Love,

Your willy.
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This was the last letter. Thank you to anyone reading this. I wrote it when I was fourteen. The only reason,  I ever got to uploading this was a beautiful tale that will best remain untold. Love to whoever you are. If you ever come across a bully, stand against him. If you ever come across a victim, stand next to him. You are doing yourself a favour. That’s humanity.