Dear Fay,
Hurting you is the last thing I ever want to do. But it seems I've done it again. I've hurt you. While we were texting I started to cry. It wasn't a loud cry. It was one of those that are the saddest; when tears stream down your face silently. Where you feel worthless and broken. Where you're an awful person for hurting your best friend when they were the one that put you together. But that isn't the point of this, Fay. I shouldn't talk about you with Shawn because I don't know what you have and haven't told him. And as much as it hurts me saying this, losing you would be even worse. So, if you want, I won't talk to him everyday. And into nothing. I don't know, I didn't tell you this before, but this, you need to know. I want to be friends with Shawn so that when I move to Florida I have someone to hang out with. I have you. And you will always have me. But it's nice to - I don't know, have more than one friend I guess. That's why. That's why I want to talk with him. Yeah. I guess that's all for now.
I love you,
Rose
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Dear Fay
RandomWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
