Dear Meg,

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[ October 29 2015 ]

Dear Meghan Aphrodite Grace Collins,

I used your full name on this letter.

You dislike your full name.
I loved it. I still do.

You said it's just like 4 different first names forced to be one. That's why you chose to be called "Meg", because it's the shortest one out of those four.

But you're more like an 'Aphrodite' to me.

Do you know what 'Aphrodite' means, Meg?

Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty.

In a way, in my eyes, you're an 'Aphrodite'.

You're beautiful. One of the most beautiful female specimen I've ever laid my eyes on. Inside and out. I cannot really see a single flawed bone in you.

Everyone loves you. Teachers, parents, friends, even the students that don't even know you in school are probably in love with you.

Me.

You're always kind to everyone, regardless of you knowing them or not. I guess that's why people adore you.

You're worthy of being loved. And when you love someone you seem to love them with all of your heart and being eternally. Believe me, I know. I've been there.

And somehow, I'm jealous of you, Meg. I'm extremely jealous of you.

I want to have someone look at me the way people look at you. I want to be as laid back and as out going as you are. I want to be as organized and intelligent as you are. I want to be as worthy of being loved as you are.

But I'm not any of those, Meg. I'm not any of those and it pains me. I'm not any of those and I didn't deserve you.

I'm so broken and weak and fragile and torn apart and messed up and so not worthy of love.

I'm a coward.

I'm sorry, Meg, I'm not as strong as you once thought I was.

Love, Dylan Elliot Shaw