This was absolutely the last time I would read this letter. I mean it. I'm done. I don't know why I keep reading it. We're over and yet I think that reading what he wrote to me when he meant these words is going to help. Do I think it's going to ease the pain I'm feeling?
You know when I call you that I have so much to say. You know how much you mean to me, but I just feel, right now, for some reason, the importance of putting it into words. Maybe it's because of losing my dad. I don't know. All I know is that I need to tell you how thankful I am. How grateful I feel to have had you here to support me through this. To tell you how much it means to me. How important you are to me. How much I truly love you.
Em, you've touched me in a way that no woman ever has. *snort - sorry, you know I'm a child at heart.* I can't imagine my life without you and I can't imagine I'll ever have to know. You've found a small space of my heart that was open and raw, and you moved on in and took it over. You've become a part of me and my family in a way that words don't do justice. For that, I thank you. I'll never be able to repay you enough for being who you are for me.
I love you, Emmalyn. I'm so blessed to have you in my life. I know you think my mom is a touch of crazy, and she may be, but she told me, after the funeral, after you went home and I stayed at the house with her, how lucky I was to have you. She told me to never let you go. She told me she looked forward to seeing our future together and she knew my dad would be so proud. You should have seen her, Em. You should have seen the twinkle in her eyes as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She knows how much I love you. How much you mean to me ...
I stopped there. Tears rolling down my own cheeks. So much for a forever love. So much for meaning so very much. So much for his mom's predictions.
She was wrong.
Write a short piece - 600 words max - that begins with the words, "This was absolutely the last time" and ends with "She was wrong."