Dear Tanner,
I can't sleep at night. All I hear is you and your friends drag racing. Your so loud and as soon as I hear them it makes me start crying.
I got a tattoo. It's a semi colon as a sign of my depression and fighting my depression for years. When I was going to get it I asked Lexie where I should get it. She told me my wrist and I immediately said no. That was where yours was. So I put it on my ankle.
Every time I'm at Walmart stealing alcohol and I see Ever Clear. I hold back tears. That was your drink. Every night you went to bed with a bottle of Ever Clear since you were an alcoholic.
Lexie played "Our Song" by Taylor swift. I couldn't ask her to stop because she would've needed me to tell her why. And I knew I couldn't do that without crying and she knew it was my favorite song. So instead I just leave the room.
I can't go to the mall by myself. When I go with my family I stay near Lexie. I become glued to her hip when we get near Teavana. The place you worked. I won't go shopping at all by myself at the mall. I'm always at the edge of a panic attack thinking your at ever corner about to jump out.
I can't do a lot of things without seeing or hear you, and of that night. The fear I felt that night.
This isn't a story. This is something I had to deal with. No one is a lie. All of this happened. And I just needed a way to make me feel better. And honestly this did. Though I cried on the last chapter.
Thank you for reading my story. My pain.

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Dear Tanner
KurzgeschichtenA letter to an ex boyfriend. And the things that happened up until that night.