This is my first written piece of 2007 and I wrote it as a letter that was found by a murdered girl who was on her way to finally telling the person she loved that she loved them but she never got the chance. The letter was found in her hand partially burned and the officer that found it made a little note at the bottom. I really love this piece of writing because it says a lot to me and for it to be my own work makes it even better.

"Before It's Too Late"

I met you on a cold dark winter's night, you sitting alone in the darkest corner of the room. I don't know what it was that made me come by you that night but I did and we talked and talked and I felt as if I made a wonderful new friend. I fell in love with you then and then I just let you go, cause I was afraid. If I'd of known then what I know now I would have never let you walk away.

Then you found him and whenever I see you now, with him, I can't help but beat myself up wracking my brain as to the why's, the what ifs and the should haves. If I only told you what was in my heart that could be me holding your hand and kissing you. I was stupid then and even stupider now for still keeping my mouth shut.

You married him a year ago and have this glow about you, a glow I am told isn't real, just for show. But who am I to judge you look happy to me. I don't want to believe what they say, about him, about how he treats you. So I go, I walk away yet again, because I am afraid.

I sometimes wonder if I told you how I felt if it would make any difference, if you would leave him and be with me? If you would stay with him or walk away from both of us? If I told you that I loved you how would you react? Would you slap me? Would you run way? Would you tell me that you loved me too? I want to tell you, I'd give anything just to tell you but I am afraid. I'm so afraid.

It taunts me night, keeps me from sleep. It haunts me in my wake, preventing me for moving on. I'm hiding it pretty well because no one knows except me and this piece of paper for which I will burn when I am done writing it  preventing anyone from ever seeing it. Because I am scared.

I love you so much but I cannot tell you because I am afraid.

Officer's Note

* I found this letter in the hand of a poor girl who was murdered. It was partially burned and so were the tips of her fingers. She must have tried to stop it from burning all the way. She was found near the entrance of her front door, letter still in hand one can only suspect that she was rushing to tell the person she loved how much she loved them. Only she never got the chance for someone killed her before she could even walk out that door. My word of advice to all you people out there who love someone tell them, no matter what. Do not be afraid because if you are sometimes by the time you finally get the chance it may be too late.*