Sad! Heartbroken best friend of London Bridge terror attack victim Jack Merritt writes emotional open letter to him

Hollie, the best friend of one of the London terror attack victims, Jack Merritt, has penned a very emotional letter to him, after he and Saskia Jones were killed in the terror attack that happened in the city of London over the weekend.

Jack, 25, was a Cambridge University graduate attending Learning Together, a programme associated with the university’s Institute of Criminology, at Fishmongers’ Hall when he was killed.

His best friend Hollie, took to her Facebook and Twitter handles, and said in a very long and heartbreaking post she was devastated to wake up and not see Jack anymore.

Read her tribute to him below.

My darling boy.

It’s been 24 hours of pure haze. Nothing has made sense and nothing has mattered. I never thought I would live in a world where seeing your beautiful face would give me such a dark pain, a pain like I’ve never felt before. I am so sad Jack.

You were such a completely brilliant boy, you could have done anything, literally anything, but you chose to help others, you championed the underdog, you did all you could to get voices heard. It scares me to think that your voice is now lost, your reasonable, sensible, passionate voice could get lost in this mess.

You spoke up for people and now we must do the same for you. It was senseless, this is completely senseless. I will never make it make sense in my head. Why would the world take such a wonderful person from us, why would that be allowed to happen?

A man, fighting for a brilliant cause that led to his death, why would that happen? I’m still struggling to put two words together. I walked by the river yesterday morning, the air was so fresh, it was the clearest of days but I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t hear anything and everything reminded me of you, I will always be reminded of you.

I want you here to hug me, rip the complete shit out of me, I want you here with the love in your heart and the smile on your face. I want you to make fucking pizzas and drink nice wine and sing fucking Fast Train at the top of our lungs I want so much, I wanted so much for you.

Your life had so much enjoyment in it, and you gave us all so much happiness. We went to the Punter last night and I kept expecting you to turn up, swanky coat, Dr Martens on, and that bloody vape in hand.

I wanted to hear about your day, I wanted to hear about your conference, I wanted to hear you speak with passion, but you didn’t. You will always be here Jack. I will carry you everywhere I go, everything I do, you will be with me. I can’t quite believe I’ve even put this on Facebook, you hated Facebook.

There’s something about people knowing you though, everyone should have known you. When it feels like the world is talking about your best mates death everything feels wildly out of control. I can’t control the narrative, people are talking about you and they don’t know you Jack. You’d have fucking loved it, Jesus Christ.

But it’s hard, I need you to be known for who you were, your beliefs and voice. I’m so angry Jack. I can’t believe I got to call you my best mate, I can’t believe I got the privilege of your love, I can’t believe didn’t tell you enough. You were quite simply the best thing, completely golden.

Your voice won’t be lost, you will never be lost and I will never let you be forgotten. My darling boy, my heart is broken. Jack Merritt you deserve the world.