The day Kate died

The day kate died, I just didn't know where to go. It was like a part of me dying that would never come back. After the burial I went into a deep depression. She was my true soulmate. I remember eating breadsticks with her so vividly. It was as if it happened two weeks ago not too far from home. It's these memories that made me cry all those night. It's also these memories that didn't allow me to continue living my life. Looking back at it now I see how blind I was. Sure I had good times with her but I realized that I thought the best days of my life were behind me. That's never true. Kate wouldn't have wanted me to cry over her, even if we were so close. 

Kate has continued to write on this blog from another world. He work has become much more in depth and her poetry more beautiful. 

 Kates the gorgeous girl who writes in purple.