Dear Nobody,
It is December now, and I'm surprised at how quickly time has passed. The snow is falling daily and the wind has gotten colder. I don't think about you constantly anymore and I like to think that means that I have moved on.
I am pretty proud of myself, to be honest. I don't feel my heart twinge when I see you around school. I can talk to you and not want to cry hot, angry tears. My subconscious doesn't air my memories from Our September on replay like some popular 90's sitcom that people used to watch all the time.
In retrospect, Our September seems like a bad dream - a part of my past. And the past is just that- the past.
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Since the last time I wrote to we have become good friends, I think. I really enjoy talking to you on a regular basis without it being awkward. It's nice.
Jillian, however, is a very different story... Where she used to be an extremely kind-hearted, soft-spoken, sweet person and friend; she is now, to me at least, distant and unnecessarily rude. She avoids me in the classes we have together and rolls her eyes when I talk.
I'm not sure what I said or did, but whatever it is I hope she will get over it soon. I don't like it when people don't like me...
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As I sit here doing my chemistry homework, I can't help but wonder what you are doing now.
Maybe you're doing your homework too, maybe you're just watching tv. Or maybe you are playing on your new guitar that you bought on Black Friday. Either way, whatever you are doing, I hope you're happy...
Because I am happy too,
Rose
(Absolutely no editing! Sorry if there are mistakes! :) xoxo)
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Dear Nobody
Teen FictionDear Nobody, You played with my heart and now I must recover. But how do I do that if I can't change? Probably always yours, Rose
