Dear Preston,
Jason broke up with me the other day. He said I was too independent and that I was too "incompatible." Apparently, I was also "getting boring" and he didn't want to lose me within the fame and attention.
We're the most vulnerable to the ones closest to us.
The best— or worst, maybe— thing is that I'm not really fazed by our breakup. It was inevitable and we were doomed from the start. We didn't have that spark lik—
Like you and I did.
Just like how every relationship has a story, so does each breakup. Jason and mine was bound to happen, while you, Preston, and I could've been forever, but then you were a coward and ran away.
Time is the best medicine. Always has been and always will be. Each day that passes, the more you stop thinking about that special someone, who will no longer be special at some point.
Happily ever after is a lie; every journey will have bumps in the road. It's all about being determined to get through them. Unlike you were.
Anyway, you should get some sleep, for the sake of your sanity. It's not healthy to be working that hard with so little sleep. And plus, don't your eyes ever get tired from staring at a monitor for so long?
Come on Preston, get some rest. Please. For me.
Confirmed one last time; Starbucks on May 17th at 5 PM.
See you soon,
Marie
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Historia CortaTwo lovers, Preston and Marie, are hours of flight away from each other and haven't been in contact in years, but neither has left either mind. However, old fashioned paper and pen may bring them together once again.
