Letter 3

Dear Pan,

Please forgive me.

Not realising my actions were wrong.

Not realising my words were stupid.

Not realising you weren't there.

The result:

Your death,

My pain.

You have no clue,

How much I miss you.

The little actions of kindness.

Silly jokes.

Hilarious dances.

Your youthful vigour.

Your love for fun.

Your wish to never grow up.

How ironic.

That you wished that you could,

Escape the reality of growing up.

We all too believe,

That you would succeed.

Yet behind all masks,

You were the one to grow fastest.

Leaving all of us behind,

To face the truth.

No matter now.

What's done is done.

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

And please,

Be free.

Be happy.

Yours truly,

Faith, the believer.