You're Strange, and I'm a Lifesaver

Who am I kidding, though? I’ve had twenty-three years to tell her how I really feel and I still haven’t. Everything, other than my brain, is telling me to just tell her right here, right now, in this very moment. I just can’t. If she doesn’t feel the same, I’ll be nothing but embarrassed in front of her and her best friends.
That’s when I noticed it. There on her neck, I’m sure as her, “something blue,” was the light blue, dolphin pendant, on a silver chain, that I had purchased as a birthday present for her five years ago. She wore that necklace on the biggest day of her life. The fact that she chose to wear that necklace, when I know for a fact that her soon-to-be husband had purchased at least two blue necklaces for her, meant everything to me. Her wearing that necklace today of all days proved to me that she truly cares about me. Whether she cares about me as a friend or as something more, was the only question that remained. It meant everything to me, that she wore that necklace.
“Nice necklace,” I chuckled making her look down to her neck.
She smiled and grasped the pendant before looking up at me and mumbling, “Thanks. A really good friend got it for me.”
Friend. She said friend. I never thought that the word friend could shatter a heart the way it had just shattered mine. The word friend, is only heartbreaking when you care about the person who said it as so much more than a friend. I don’t want to be just friends with Skylar. I want to be everything with her, but clearly, she only sees me as a friend.
Then I noticed Skylar’s face change as she answered her cell phone. All happiness and joy drained from her face. She became pale and her face froze.
“A-Accident?” She barely stuttered out. “I-I’ll be rig...

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...me. I’m sorry that your last year on this God forsaken world was so shitty.
I’m sorry. I love you.
Your Lifesaver,
Chuck
Placing the letter in an envelope, I cried a bit. Ivy asked me what was wrong; I just brushed her off. It’s not that I didn’t want to answer her, it was just that I couldn’t answer her.
I turned to Ivy then, “Do you want to go visit your mommy?”
She just looked up at me, confused, before nodding her head yes. So, grabbing the letter, I placed Ivy into her carseat, before the two of us drove to the cemetery. There, I laid the envelope that encased the letter directly in front of Skylar’s tombstone.
“I thought we were visiting mommy?” Ivy piped up.
“We are, Ivy. You’re mommy’s right here, she’s in the ground below us,” I gently whispered with light tears trailing down my face. I then looked down at the ground, “I love you, Skylar.”