You had such a beautiful life, although you may not have thought so.
I never thought this moment would come around, but now I have to think of the right words to say.
You were the girl with the busiest schedule.
You were the girl almost done with college.
You were the president of multiple organizations.
You were the girl with three jobs and a full-time student status.
You rarely said no to people.
You always tried to keep the bad thoughts away.
You always tried to give attention to all your friends.
You weren't a follower of the crowd.
You didn't care about makeup.
You had this genuine and pure love for other people.
You cared for others more than yourself.
You had this adorable and admirable passion for cats.
You listened to some pretty old classic rock music, all the time.
You would do this silly dance when you thought no one was looking.
Don't get me started on your singing in the car.
You were such a beautiful person.
You always carried around that damn ruler.
You always had to have you desk clean.
You would always show off your perfect notes.
You would always avoid mirrors, but I would catch you staring at little longer than normal when it was unavoidable.
I knew what you were thinking.
You would always think something could be changed.
You were so beautiful, though.
You loved that blue highlighter.
You loved those old pictures.
You used to love drawing.
You used to read all the time.
You used to be the star pitcher on the softball team.
You once played soccer for all four years in high school.
You used to go to church every weekend.
You loved the outdoors, and you wanted to live in the forest.
You had so much potential.
You wanted to join the peace corps.
You wanted to spread the word of God.
Where do you go? Why did you have to leave?
You were always so analytical.
Your OCD was so artistic.
Your art was always so abstract.
You always drove to that small town for that one boy.
You loved tacos, man did you always want tacos.
Now, don't even get me started on chicken nuggets and macaroni.
You were always so funny about that kind of stuff.
Your bottom lip would do this thing where it would curl out whenever you were in deep thought.
This always happened at your first job.
You really did love that job.
You always said that you were so shy, but I talked to so many people, had so many friends.
Your voice would get about three times higher whenever you would talk to someone new.
You were way more outgoing than you thought.
I loved you so much.
I never thought I would have to be the one who had to say all these things.
I didn't even think I could.
You were so loved.
You had so much more to do.
You left us all behind.
You followed the light, while we were blinded by the situation.
I hope you can move on.
I hope you can learn to love yourself now.
I hate to be the one who has to do this, but here I am in front of all of you. It is time to let go, and instead of see you later, this time we say goodbye.
