Dear Thomas,
It's raining here. I use to enjoy the rain because it always made me want to sit down and write. But now it just makes me sad and lonely. It makes me want to do nothing. I have not wrote a single story since that day. I have no ideas, my mind is dry, all my ideas are gone.
I don't know it's just weird I guess..That how so much can change in a matter of a year...
You use to always be my muse. Whenever you were around, my mind was flowing with ideas and I was always writing on tiny pieces of paper or whatever I could find to write down my ideas. Even if sometimes I had to write in your arm...
You never minded and that always made me happy because you always liked when I did that. You always loved writing my thoughts, even if they were all over the place.
I remember I told you I was really going to finish a book this time and get it published. You supported me and I locked myself away to write the book.
After I was done, everything went wrong....
I threw away the story. I never got it published, I never sent it to anyone and no one has ever read it.
No one ever will. I hated the story anyway.
Love,
Josephine
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FanfictionI fell in love for the first time with a boy who had the sweetest smile and always could make anyone laugh. His name was Thomas and he made me feel whole. He is gone now. So I spend my days writing to him. Because I miss him. I send them, knowing...
