August 22
Dear Anonymous,
I remember every single detail about you.
I remember the way you dressed.
I remember the way your freckled cheeks would blush when you were embarrassed.
I remember how your eyes would light up when you talked about your passions.
I remember the old you.
The old you used to be lighthearted and so kind.
The old you would rant about silly things.
The old you would take me to the cinema to see the newest movie.
The old you cared about me.
Fast forward to the new you.
The new you is funny, but in a mean way.
The new you is mean and brutal.
The new you is popular.
The new you follows all the latest fashion trends.
The new you rants about drama and people.
The new you never invites me anywhere.
The new you stopped caring.
But I didn't.
I can't forget our trips to the cinema, your freckled cheeks, or the way you smiled.
I can't forget the years of memories.
I can't erase the new you, but I wish I could.
I miss the old you, and I can't accept the new you because I don't know who you are anymore.
Sincerely,
Me
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Dear Anonymous,
De TodoA collection of letters written for people that I've decided to keep anonymous. Some will be poetry, others will not.
