The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
By the time you read these words, I will be long gone. Know that I will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once I’m gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Emma. And know that I’m sorry. This is my story. And this is how it ends.