Dear Sage,
My mom must've decided that just because I'm staying home from school doesn't mean I can't do errands, so she sent me out to get some crap from Walmart. I didn't want to go and do errands but I wanted to get out of the house for a while to clear my head. I've been staying in my room so much, and it's beginning to get stifling. Plus my mom was basically forcing me out the door. Something about me "needing to find my life again"? Whatever.
It was... quite the adventure. And I don't mean something along the lines of when we would sit in your old car in the Walmart parking lot at night and laugh at the weirdos there. See, the thing is, when I walked into the building and to the fruit and vegetable ailse I thought I saw you.
You.
Standing there, your back turned to me, carefully placing multiple kumquats and apples into a blue plastic shopping basket.
Do you want to know what I did, Sage, when I saw "you"? I made a complete jackass out of myself, that's what!
I ran up to the person and tackled them in a huge hug thinking it was you and that you'd finally returned. Obviously, it wasn't you because if it was I wouldn't be writing these damn letters to you anymore because you would be back.
As I was being escorted out of Walmart I realized that I have been lying to myself this whole time. You aren't coming back. All this time I've been making a fool of myself, trying to convince people that you'd be coming back...! I've been such an idiot, Sage! I don't even know why the hell I've been convinced that you are fine!
Nothing is fine! No damn part of my life is fine right now!
The reality hit me like a bullet tearing through muscle and skin. It stung and spread throughout my whole body and made me hurt so much.
I fell to my knees on the pavement and sobbed and screamed at the sky, at which point the police were called and my parents were contacted and I was carted off to home, all the while seeming like a raving mad person. Now my parents are actually considering sending me to a shrink for help... for real.
Man, I am an idiot. I don't know why I though it would even be you in that aisle in the first place.
You and I both know that you are never coming back.
~Remy
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Teen Fiction··ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ·· A story about grief and letting go, "Dear Sage" is an ambiguous tale spun by the many unsent letters from Remy to Sag...
