Letter 32

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Dear Bully,

I walked through the woods for a long while.

Trying to remember when you took me here all those weeks ago.

The little pond was sparkling when I finally arrived.

You were there.

Sitting.

Crying.

And I didn't know why.

It was your mom.

She died that day.

Lying on her bed.

You told me you never got to say

Goodbye.

I stayed with you.

Sitting.

Crying.

Because in that moment, I knew.

I knew that all those times we held hands, it did mean something to me.

All those times we kissed.

I knew you were something special.

That you made me happy.

I knew.

That I loved you.

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