Dear Lizzie,
My parents are making me see a shrink tomorrow. They think something's wrong with me; they say it's not normal to be acting like this so long after you left. They say I should move on. But I can't move on, Lizzie. You were my best friend. I thought I was yours, too, but maybe I wasn't. Because it doesn't seem like I knew you at all.
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Dear Lizzie
Short StoryDear Lizzie, Everyone says you’re gone. But you can’t be—you’re Lizzie. You just can’t. But you really are, aren’t you? // letters written by a girl who just wants her best friend back
