[ October 23 2015 ]
Dear Meg,
Fridays meant sandwich day in school, and the menu today was sloppy joe.
It used to be my favorite. I loved it because Mark used to make it for Angie and I whenever he could. But, of course you already knew that.
Now, I can't even bear to hear the name of it anymore, let alone eat it.
But, it's his birthday today. So, I put all of my strength in purchasing a plate and brought it with me to our table. For old time's sake.
I was heading toward my usual table with Jake and Nate, when our eyes met, momentarily. I could see the sympathy behind those hazel eyes of yours, so I avoided them.
But, I couldn't avoid the feeling of a never ending longing at the pit of my stomach whenever I look at you.
Love, Dylan
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Dear Meg,
Short StoryDylan Shaw doesn't talk about his feelings, he writes them down. To his ex-girlfriend.
