Dear E.,(beautiful name)
I wanted to write to you b/c when I was 16 almost 17 I had a boyfriend named Corey. We dated for about a year or so and then decided to just be friends, which was an easy decision b/c we weren't that serious if you know what I mean. We learned a lot from one another and valued eachother's friendship. A few weeks went by before we spoke again and we had made plans to meet up soon. That coming weekend my parents and a couple of friends of mine went to see the group 'Kansas' that was about an hour out of our hometown. We had a great time and exhausted from the long day of festivities just wanted to get home and rest. When we returned home there were three of my girlfriends waiting outside our house in the dark. Happy to see them I was wondering what they all were doing. My bestfriend Carrie says she needs to tell me something and we start to walk up the driveway as she breaks the news. "E., Corey died today. He was killed in a car accident" Without thinking I fell to my knees. We attended the funeral and supported his family in this tragic time. Weeks went on and without me realizing my actions I was staying home, alone in my room, with the door shut. I was in mourning. My mother let me be for a little while. She would let me know when dinner was ready and thats about it. Friends would call and I just didn't want to go out. Eventually my mother opened my door came in my room and said "E. I am getting worried this has to stop or I am going to find you professional help." That hit me like a ton of bricks. Me? Talk to a psychiatrist? No way was I going to do that. I thought about what my mother had said as blunt as it was and did something about it. I had to. I started slowly, didn't date anyone for a long while and eventually got over it. I mean you are never completely over it. But time is what healed me to not obsess about it.
Boys are different. They are harder to reach than girls. If nothing changes after a little time for him to think things through, than I would probably take him out of town on a small trip. Have some fun, or just a different scenery helps. Out of site out of mind, or he may even open up about it outside of his comfort zone. I hope that helps. You can even tell him my story and that he is not alone in his feelings, and a lot of teenagers experience something like this, and things always get better. Teenagers always dwell. I remember those times well.
Sincerely,
E.