The outpatient place called last night, a normal check up.
Last week, I went to the meeting, for people that graduated the program.
They asked how we were doing, when they got to me in the circle, I sobbed because the room reminded me of you. It was the room I graduated in, the graduation I invited you to.
You're just distant memories now. It hurts, but it probably doesn't hurt you as much as it hurts me.
It probably doesn't hurt you as much as it does me.
I know better then that.
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Letters to H {One}
Short Story[Completed] [Book One] [ All Chapters Edited as of 9/8/17 ] A story composed of letters to an ex best friend and boyfriend #627 in short story on 9/13/15 #481 on 9/14/15 #341 on 9/15/15 ( I just want to say Thank you so much everyone for helping m...
