Dear You,
I remember the night you convinced us that you liked twilight. You were always pretty good at lying. Most people believed you. Though I never really did. And that made you happy.
I was the one that never fell for it. I was the one that was different.
Maybe I really wasn't to you. Or maybe you never noticed. But I'm going to tell you know that I wished you'd believed me.
The time when you told me if you won the lottery you'd go 'back' to Russia. I'd miss you. I know you just said sure and you wouldn't look back. But I seriously meant it. It would've torn me apart. It would tear me apart.
Now here without you. I don't believe it anymore. Somethings missing. And I hate that it's you.
Sincerely, Me
