dear mr. fluffles,
i'm sorry i haven't written to you in about a week. i was just so busy with sienna, or aspyn, as she calls herself now. we've been hanging out a lot recently and that made me so happy because whenever i'm with her, i forget about all of my bad dreams.
she's still the same, mr. fluffles. she still likes coffee and beethoven and the beach. she still laughs all the time, but not that hard anymore. she still smiles all the time, but not that wide anymore. and she still hugs me all the time, but not that tight anymore.
she was still the same person, but a part of her was missing. and i am determined to find out what was missing in her, mr. fluffles. i won't stop looking for whatever that is, and when i found out what it is, i would give it to her whatever it takes.
(and mr. fluffles, don't you dare tell me i'm crushing on her. you're so weird. but i still like you.)
i also wrote to you today, mr. fluffles, because i had a nightmare when i was with her at the beach that morning. i dreamed that she knew the truth and then left me. she knew the truth and didn't choose to stay with me, mr fluffles. she knew the truth and left me.
and then i woke up to her wiping my tears away, telling me that it was going to be okay. little did she know, i was starting to not feel okay again.
your friend,
roby.
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