[ November 5 2015 ]
Dear Meg,
I haven't really thought about why I always address these letters to you. I could've written Jake's name, or Nate's or any other billions of people's names in this world. But I always ended up writing yours instead. As if my hand was already programmed to scribble your name on its own accord.
Now that I think about it... I don't really have a persistent excuse to answer that.
Perhaps, it's because I feel the most comfortable with you. Perhaps, it's because you always linger on my mind.
Perhaps, it's because you're the only one who could break down my walls, even if I had rebuilt them with much sturdier walls and surrounded them with pointy thorns, somehow you always managed to find a loophole and crumble them all down at your feet.
Perhaps, it's simply because you're Meghan Aphrodite Grace Collins. And I am Dylan Elliot Shaw.
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.
