Dear Simon,
I cried at breakfast today.
And most the day after that.
My dad told me that I needed to mope, I needed to let go of everything I had collected since I left and for the first time since we broke up, I cried over it.
I felt the cold and horrible pain in the way I should've felt earlier. I felt guilty and sad but not like this. It was fresh in my mind and in my heart.
I spent the entire day with him, just talking about everything and anything. From the family to my job, and eventually we got on the topic of you again.
He told me he wished things had worked out, that he really liked you and could tell how in love we were.
It just got me thinking.
If we were so in love how come we didn't last? How come we didn't work through it?
Remember last Christmas when we got into that argument and I started to sob my heart out? You took my hand and kissed me and told me you still loved me no matter what.
Where was that when things got really bad?
Love,
Celeste
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Fanfictionwhere a girl who simon once loved writes him letters up until christmas.