D e a r M a t t
When I brought the letter to your house yesterday, someone opened the door.
I think it was your brother.
I froze and just stared at him. He laughed.
He took the letter and said you read every one of them.
That you kept them in a box and you numbered them.
And that sometimes you'd read all of them in a row.
I really want to tell you who I am.
But what if this is just a lie?
I don't want to get hurt.
Not again.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
Novela Juvenil"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
