Dear Bunny,
I miss you a lot. I think about you all the time, have been for years. I don't know if that's ok. Do I even have the right to mourn you the way I do? I mean, I knew you, and I cared about you, but I could never have you know you the way she did. Either way, I wish you were still here. I wish everything were back to normal... although I guess after all these years, this is normal. I don't know. Either way, I miss you.
Maybe I miss you because I suspect I am becoming more like you. What was it like? Before you left, what was it like? I heard you went a bit crazy... Did you? What does crazy feel like? Is it how I feel sometimes? I suspect it is, but I would like to hear it from someone else who gets it. What did you do? Please, tell me everything. I just want to know who you became and why you left.
It's been so long, I may have started seeing you differently. Well, let's cover what I know for sure. You used to buy me presents for birthdays and holidays; I still have the cards. That one night when I was sick, you stayed up with me to make sure I was ok. Bunnies. So many bunnies. You loved them and collected them. I wonder why you never had a real one. You went to church, and as far as I know, you were a Christian. I hope I was right about that. She looked for that Bible after you left, but deep down, I wonder if you took it with you. I hope that you could take it with you or protect it somehow.
Where are you? Can you tell me? I know you can't, and I know I may never see you again. But I still have to ask. Where are you? Are you safe? Do you think I'll forget you? I hope I don't, but it's not in my control. It feels like it should be, but it's not. I can only pray that someday I will see you again and that when that happens I will know who are.
- The Girl Across the Street
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Letters From an Anonymous Reality
RandomJust some letters I could never send. (As always, my friend painted the cover.)
