Dear Ethan,
I met this wonderful boy today. His name is William, and he's quite attractive. I find him very kind and funny, and when I'm around him, fuzzy feelings float around inside of me.
I also feel guilty and angry. I know I'm falling in love with him, but I just can't. I'm in love with you, not William. I'm scared that if I fall in love with him, I'll forget you. I don't want to forget you. That means I won't remember how much you meant to me.
His eyes light up when he sees me. I think he's falling in love with me. Half of me wants to be happy and in love with William, but the other half tells me to run away while I can, that I don't deserve to be happy because you're dead. How can I be happy when you're gone?
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
