Fatma

I miss him already. I was watching the TV show Are You Afraid of the Dark when I found out what had happened, and I immediately started sobbing, hoping that what my sister had told me was a joke. It had to be because he couldn’t die. He was immortal in my mind. He had the most enchanting aura. I’m so lost without him here on earth as a guide. I feel so empty without him here, to make me feel better after bullies at school had ripped up my soul. He told me that I was going to grow up and be just fine. He told me that I could be an independent individual and that people will learn to appreciate the weird things I like. He told me that I should feel comfortable with myself because that’s the only thing that will always be there for me. He told me that I’m important. He told me that I was worth more than I told myself. And I told him, I love you. More specifically, I love you, Prince.

Some lyrics from a song I really like reminded me of how I feel right now: “Sandman, I’m so alone / Don’t have nobody to call my own / Please turn on your magic beam / Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.” ♦