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Smiled

Dear, Wren

Something about the way you smiled, no matter how sad, or how mad you were - it was always the same smile.

I loved when you smiled because that meant I got to see another beautiful part of you that day, even if you were smiling because I was crying at your knees.

You know, everyone thought I was the one hurting you. The one making you cry - yeah, I made you cry sometimes because I shouted at you, but you made me suffer. Suffer through five years of you. A living hell.

I now hate when I remember your smile because it reminds me that I used to love someone like you - you know, maybe I shouldn't be writing this angry letter to my dead ex girlfriend, you know what? I don't care.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

How many times to I need to write it down for myself to realize that I need to get over you.

I remember when you punched me in the face, I was trying to hug you after you got upset about me hanging out with Elodie more than you. That was the first time I saw my life flash before my eyes, I only saw you when you were beating me. I thought I died and you know, I really wish I did at that time. I am so done with you.

Sincerely, Wilbur