Dear Shell Of The Girl I Used To Love,
You aren't the same. I've noticed that for the past year and a half now. That you don't smile, laugh, or even bounce a little on your heels when you get anxious or nervous.
Instead you frown and pull on a façade only I seem to pay attention to. Your 'friends' show you all these things around you and all you do is give a fake smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
I understand, I'm the same way. My girlfriend, Jen, even wonders what's wrong with me. I'm empty. Broken. Shattered into a million pieces.
I have my own façade too, N.
Guess that's all we are now, huh? Nothing but façades? Fakes? Shells of the people we used to be?
Sincerely,
Shell Of The Guy You Used To Love
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Romance*Previously know as Dear Somebody I Used To Love* Un-mailed letters from two broken teenage lovers...
