march 12, 2008
John,
I'm so sorry about your father. He was like a father to me as well, and I miss him a lot. However, I'm writing this here instead of telling you because you don't like pity at all. I know you won't ever see this, and that's good, because I know you'll be mad at me.
I'll really miss your dad, John, and I'll always be here for you.
love,
Mari
march 13, 2008
Mari,
I haven't talked to you since my dad passed away because I don't want your pity. I don't want anyone's pity. That's why I won't talk to anyone- especially you, because you'll try not to pity me but you still will because that's what everyone does and there's nothing you can do to stop it. And it'll just hurt so much more because you know how much I hate pity, and you're my best friend.
I'm sorry.
from,
John
YOU ARE READING
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Romancethey were five when they started writing. they were seventeen when they stopped. he was eighteen when he read her letters. he was nineteen when everything fell apart. +cover creds to abhaya ♥︎
