November 2, 2015
4:23 p.m
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Dear Hadley,
My mother bought me a dog today. She told me it would help with my depression. I named her skippy, after the peanut butter you used to eat when you would come over to my house. She likes to sleep a lot. She reminds me of you. Not that you look like a dog, or that your a bitch. Just that you used to sleep on my chest like her. Your grandmother called the house today. She told me that she wanted me to come over so I can talk to you. I don't know if I can. I look at you and see the love of my life. But you look at me and see a stranger. How is that possible? I miss you, Hadley. Everyone does.
So, here's another shot to you my dear, to fill the hole in my heart.
Love, Grayson
(And Skippy)
YOU ARE READING
dear hadley
Teen Fictionso, here's another shot to you my dear, to fill the hole in my heart. love, grayson
