Dear Michael | clifford

Letter 9

September 17th, 2013

Dear Michael,

I never talked with anyone about my scars. Until you saw them.

I was just changing my pants in front of you (I didn’t notice that you were staring) and I wasn’t careful enough to cover my thighs with my shirt, so you saw them.

You placed your hands on my hips and pulled me closer to you. I tried to hide them but it was too late. You had seen them.

 I will always remember the look on your face when you realized that I was harming myself.

You looked so hurt.

So scared.

So worried.

You didn’t ask why, you just held me and kissed every single one of my scars.

You told me that it was going to be alright and that you’d always be there for me.

Sadly, I won’t be.

Kissing my scars was the cutest thing a boy had ever done for me (and the only cute thing, because let’s face the truth; no boy liked me before you came around).

You never asked why I was doing this to myself because you knew I wouldn’t want to talk about it. Until now. You're the first person to know what happened to me (I never even had the guts to tell Alexa).

I’m such a fuck up.

I couldn’t even tell you what’s wrong with me until now, even though you’re the person I’m madly in love with.

Every second I spent with you I felt secure and loved.

I know I’ve already mentioned it a million times but I just can’t thank you enough, Michael.

You made life worth living again, at least for a while.

Love always,

Mia

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fuck i'm sorry this is so short and it sucks

please don't kill me

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