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Dear Summer,

I was at your prom. And I must say, you looked dashing, as always. You are so beautiful, and the way you glide at the dance floor is magical. The only thing that killed me was when you kissed Ashton. You kissed him Summer. I see you've already moved on. But what am I supposed to do? I'm still holding on to the dream of us together.

I hope he treats you better than I did. You deserve to be treated like a princess. I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn't show you what you're really worth. Man, Ashton is very lucky. I wish I could've made you stay, but I was the only one to blame. God, I am fucking dying inside. Seeing you with him is the death of me.

I love you Summer, forever.

Love,
Michael

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