Let me start with your name, I always felt that it was too long, but it suited you.
I loved how it rolled off my tongue, I love how many nicknames I gave you.
It hurt me trying to go back to normal, I felt awkward and stuck but you didn't seem to be doing so bad.
I was so accustomed to saying cute names that when we decided to end things it took me exactly three days to give up and continue calling you by them.
'Cam' is my safe word for you because I have never called you that.
Cam, why did it have to hurt me so much?
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Dear Cam,
Short StoryThis isn't a story about love, and it is certainly not about hate. This is a coping mechanism. These are raw feeling during a vulnerable time, and I can't help but continue thinking if I truly loved him... Do you think it was real, or just a burnin...
