Maybe we meant it.

They'll write stories about us one day; hell, I will. We'll be read to children before they close their eyes or assigned to high schoolers for thesis papers. College professors will recommend they read us so as to reach an understanding of what true tragedy is. We'll be a prerequisite, a requirement, whichever one that fits. We'll be the title in the summer reading or part of the class summary. Because I promised I'd make you famous, and the pages will write themselves for us. Everyone enjoys a nice horror story, and we're the ticket, baby.

The introduction is the last letter you wrote me, and chapter one is when I met you. God forbid, but chapter two is how I lost you already. And the following fifteen chapters are a recollection of the memories that brought us to this point. We're good for literary analysis, as well, because we're distraught with foreshadowing and flashbacks. Fifty ways to hold you close. Thirty ways to hug a fried in need. That's chapter three. I'd tell you the ending, but right now it's a toss between early death [suicide, of course] or a poetic manifesto on moving on with life. Both suck. And it's too friendly to write a synopsis on how we could've solved the problem; us.

We'll be in Oprah's book club. Dr. Phil will use us to help counsel his patients. And every soul-driven adult will buy us to pass the time while their spouses cheat on them. Pre-teens will see their older siblings engrossed in our binding and ask for us for christmas. There'll be misgivings, but their parents will wrap us up anyways. That's the beauty of fads, and we'll be the newest trend.

It isn't about the money. Getting paid is the least of my worries. Maybe if a paragraph or two could help me understand, help me deal, then the book has served its purpose. It's not about everyone else's reaction; just yours. Because when you read the dedication and see your name; You'll know I've kept good on my promise. Just wait for it. Unsuspectingly, you'll turn the page and get lost in regret; yours, not mine. The book is how I will solve myself; and I'll hope against hope that maybe it can reach you, too.

I'm not afraid anymore. Let the novel be my testament against everything that went. For this is for you, and for you this will be the closing argument. the end.