Dear Emma,
It had been another month since your fathers funeral. Everyday at school , I see an empty desk in math. The desk you should be sitting at. I started to picture you in my head sitting next to me at lunch and talking to me, but the second I blink, your not there and I feel like a part of me has been ripped of. I started to not eat lunch. I was to depressed not being able to see you. I understand that you had a horrible loss , but you cannot push me away. I wish you would know that I don't mind seeing you even at your worst. I want to see you. Emma , please don't push me away.
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Dear Emma
Short StoryA bunch of letters sent to a girl who I once thought I wouldn't have a chance with. ..... * Sorry, this story is not completely edited, but I'm working on it. * Hey everybody I want to inform you that I wrote this about two to three years ago so it...
