Dear Edmund:
It hurts so much, to watch you from afar, and know that you never are watching me. The other side of the classroom has never been so far away, so unreachable. And when Rhoda told me she liked you I almost fainted. She has a long list of past boyfriends, and I can see why. Rhoda is pretty, outgoing, giggly, girly, talkative, charismatic, and the closest thing I have to a best friend. I didn't say anything when she self-proclaimed us as best friends, because I enjoy her company, but I don't trust her with my soul, and that, for me, is a best friend. Edmund, you are not my best friend, but I trust you with my soul.
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Letters to Edmund
Non-Fiction"Letters to you, even though you'll never get them" (This book is like a diary for me, everything that happens actually happens for real, so please respect my work and the characters because they are real people)
