Dear John,
I overreacted towards Ava when she was simply showing concern for me. This is the 139th letter, and for closure, I feel it's insufficient without your presence to comfort me and help me move on. Nevertheless, I am making an effort, solely because of you.
Do you recall our childhood days when I used to dislike you for always bothering me? I yearn for those moments, I miss your infectious laughter, I miss your mischievous grin, I miss your caring advice about my well-being, I miss your touch, I miss everything. Can we please revisit the time when we were happy together, even if just once?
As I dropped the letter into the mailbox and turned to leave, I accidentally collided with something solid, unsure if it was a wall behind the mailbox. Looking up, I found myself face to face with a man, causing me to freeze.
"I apologize," the man said politely and inquired, "Are you alright?". In the past 4 months, the men in town had avoided speaking to me as everyone knew I was associated with John. Perhaps this was why I struggled to move on, as everyone still saw me as John's. The man raised an eyebrow, capturing my attention.
"Y-yes, I'm fine," I replied, attempting to walk away, but he grasped my hand, halting me and compelling me to meet his gaze. "Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. "N-no," I responded, releasing myself from his gentle hold and creating some distance between us.
"Then why are you crying?" he inquired, his face displaying concern. I touched my eyes and realized tears were indeed streaming down my face unknowingly. He took a step closer, embracing me, but I pushed him away and fled. How dare he make me cry and try to comfort me? I solely belong to John.
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Shattered Bonds: The Painful Art of Letting Go
RandomViolet, a grieving girl attempting to move on from her deceased boyfriend, seeks closure by writing a letter to him. Just as she believed the pain had subsided, it intensified.
