dear you,
i realize now how untrue my last statement was.
i know the moment i see you, i'll want to hug you.
i know i shouldn't be mad.
i'm always there for you, but you weren't there for me.
i guess it just confirms what i already knew.
i'm always the one who gets left behind.
you'll never find out what happened tonight.
i told the rest not to tell you.
i'll tell you myself eventually.
but maybe not.
i'm sad you left me alone.
why do i feel like it has something to do with her?
i guess we'll never know.
sincerely, me.
YOU ARE READING
letters to you.
Short Story"so say it to them, or say it to yourself in the mirror. say it in a letter you'll never send, or in a book millions might read someday..." i decided to do a bit of both.
