Dear Anonymous,

To: Picture Perfect

August 21
Dear Anonymous,

   You were the new kid. You were the kid I hoped I would never meet, but we met.

You were the perfect kid. You were the smart kid, the smarter than me kid. You were the kid who ruined my life.

You ruined my picture perfect grades. You ruined me, a picture perfect teacher's pet.

You ruined my friend group. You ruined the only friend group I had. You ruined my picture perfect smile.

You ruined my shot at being picture perfect.

You then proceeded to try and fix it.

   I began to realize maybe you weren't as perfect as the picture revealed. In fact you were just as distorted as the rest of us, including me.

You didn't trust me at first. I can't blame you, most don't. But then you surprised me once again.

You poured your heart out. Endless texts filled my screen. I was consumed in guilt.

Your life was really messed up. You just needed a friend, and since you kinda ruined all of my chances with mine, I didn't really see another option.

You were the brightest kid I've ever met. I couldn't let you go and I sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away.

Times got tougher, texts got longer, and nights got later. Then it stopped.

I panicked for a solid week. You weren't replying. I had failed you. I had failed myself.

But one night, through teary eyes, I saw your name light up my screen.

You were okay.

   You are now better than okay.

You ruined my life, but then you fixed it, and now I can't imagine it without you.

I was wrong. You were the opposite of perfect, you just look good in pictures.

Sincerely,
Me