The baseball mitten, the only thing that Allie left me besides depression and a feeling of need towards remaining innocent. On this glove of his, was his own poetry. This glove that gives me strength and weakens me at the same time. It brings back Allie in a way but depresses me at the same time. It makes me feel lonely but complete at the same time, if that even makes any sense. He brings me joy, and brings me depression. I really think he wants me to be happy, boy do I. But he makes it pretty difficult to be happy when he didn't deserve to die. He didn't deserve to suffer like he did. Oh boy, I really think I should've died, not him.
Why must things like this happen? Why must the best people in life go? Why must they make the people around them depressed? I guess everything happens for a reason. But why Allie. The best kid I have ever met. The smartest, brightest, happiest boy. That's why his poetry makes me depressed. Because he would've had a bright future, but it ended right when he was going to start it. His glove means a lot more than depression though.
Its as if Allie was right next to me, keeping me company through the tough parts of life.
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