February 18, 2003
Lydia.
A name I hear too frequently these days.
It's only been a year.
But it feels like forever.
I know you're in a better place, however.
That you didn't think about me when you left.
That we'd only been dating for about three weeks.
I have a feeling I knew what you were thinking about, though.
All the pressure of being friends with werewolves.
You probably didn't think I knew about the cuts up your sleeve.
Or how you stopped wearing your perky makeup.
Or how you went from a spunky, fashion-forward girl, to a depressed, down-in-the-dumps shadow.
How sitting in the corner made you happy.
Anyway, I still love you.
Happy one year anniversary in Heaven.
Stiles
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February 20, 2003
Lydia.
Oh, I love the way that rolls off my tongue.
Oh, how I miss you.
I wish you were still in my arms.
All my life, I've wanted to be with you.
And I finally got the chance.
Until you were tired of me.
That's why you did it.
You didn't like me the way I liked you.
I suppose I was just some little fling.
But you were more to me than that.
You were destined to be my soulmate.
My one true love.
The shoulder I could always lean on.
The person who's house I could always come to.
But that ended.
Abruptly.
All in the blink of an eye.
Why you would do this?
I don't know.
But honestly, I think it's because of me.
Oh, well.
I still love you, though.
Stiles
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February 18, 2003
Stiles.
Baby, I can't take this anymore.
All this hate for ditching Jackson to be with you.
