Does Love Ever Really Die?

July 22, 2017
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The first time I fell in love, it was with a fifteen-year-old boy named Cooper.

We were both nerds, him more than me, and I loved that about him.
The day he asked me out, I felt like celebrating. I had the hugest crush on him and I’d been hoping that he would ask me out.

But then, June 30th, he did something that shocked me so completely, so entirely, I went numb.

He killed himself.

I don’t know why, and I doubt I ever will. But I do know one thing: Cooper touched my life in a way no one could ever understand. He was my sun, my moon, my stars. My life is dark, but at the end of every night, there is a beautiful sunrise.

I just don't know what that sunrise is yet.

But it will come.

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Aug. 15 at 1:32 pm
I just read this and wow. I'm really sorry about Cooper; this is a really moving piece of work. It's short, concise, and well formatted.
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