My Last

"Julia used to have nightmares. Bad ones. She would scream and cry. She used to dig her own nails into her skin, and she didn't even know until she woke up and there was blood in her bed. I would help the best I could at night. After she met Mark, the nightmares had ended. I didn't think I was okay with it. It felt like she was pushing me away. Now I see that Julia was the person who cared the most about me. She didn't care that I loved men, or the fact that I could reach the top of the fridge and she couldn't. She really loved me. She was. . .and is. . .My best friend and my sister. If it wasn't for Julia, I never would have met this spit-fire that I call my boyfriend and soon my husband. Juliana Lana Michelson was a singer songwriter. She never did anything, though. I was the reason. I stopped her all of the time. When I read what she was writing, I would cry. She did, however, record one song. My personal favorite. Freeze. This song is about how I always said I would move somewhere that didn't snow. I was always depressed in the winter. I hated it. This song. . .I was fucking amazing. Her dear friend Sara Kays sang this song and every time I hear it, I can see Julia saying this to me. Thank you. So so much. Now if you'll excuse me. I am going to make another person a Michelson and he won't be able to run away.”

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