Dear You,
You didn't come. Why weren't you there? It was so important to me for you to be there. Why weren't you there for me? What were you doing that was so important? I couldn't focus on anything but the door, I looked over there every five seconds and stared at it for so long, waiting for you to walk in and wave at me. But you never came. Even when we were changing songs. I looked in each seat, in every corner. Why weren't you there? I couldn't do my solo right and I know Mr. Hume was peeved at me because he knew I could do better. You wouldn't want to know, and I don't want to tell you but I did. I cried. I cried on the way home and at the concert and in bed I turned in early just to cry myself to sleep.
Mum was there, as was Bruce, and the kids. I didn't care that they were there. I just wanted you to see me play the last time here. I'll never play at a concert where you are ever again, so again, where were you? What were you doing?
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I can't talk to you, I can't look at you without almost crying.
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Did you hear? You did, didn't you? When I told Emily, Zong, and Mick that I was really sad that you didn't come to the concert. I almost broke down right there, right in front of them. And then Zong said your name, and I couldn't do it because I knew that you were there. I don't expect an apology, not at all, but if I get one, it won't make me feel any better. I wanted you there. I needed you there. So where were you? Where were you?
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