
My sister and I were always close — we shared everything growing up. But in her final months, she gave me a box with a note: “Open this when I’m gone.” I laughed it off, not knowing how serious she was.
Weeks later, after her passing, I opened it to find letters — one for each person she loved, including me. Mine revealed her hidden struggles, her guilt, and her quiet love from afar.
The words that broke me: “You were my best friend… I still loved you more than anyone.” Now I carry those letters as proof that love doesn’t die — even when it comes too late.
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