Dear Max,

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Dear Max, 

I want to start off by saying; it's hard to be in a relationship with a stranger. I thought I liked you, and I thought that that would be enough. And when I realized that it wasn't, I panicked and ran. I ran for the hills and hid for so long instead of confronting you. Instead of talking to you. Instead of opening up and trying to fix things. I thought if I ignored our problems, everything would fall into place. It took me a long time to realize that the real problem wasn't me and it most definitely was not you. It was the fact that it was undoubtedly hard to fix something that wasn't there to begin with. We rushed into this because we wanted to be something we weren't, or rather we skipped through the friendship and jumped right into the relationship. But we skipped the best part, the part that mattered. I want to be with you and to like you, I want that so badly sometimes it hurts. But what I want is what I see around me, all the couples that walk together in the hallways and all the romance novels I read way too much of. It wasn't us. And it wasn't fair for me to expect it to be. Because the truth is, I don't know you, and you don't know me.

Hi. My name is Sam. What's yours? 

Goodbye for now, 

Sam


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