Dear John,
I'm so sorry. I hurt myself again. I don't know why, but I just needed to. I just needed to feel pain, too. You told me not to. When we were younger you saw me cutting your name deep into the flesh of my right hip. You didn't ask why, you just told me you didn't want me to hurt because of you. Then you walked back out again. I still have the scar, but it's fading and I want to go over it again. I don't want to lose it. I don't want to lose you. I've been thinking a lot, about us. About what it would be like if you really loved me like I love you. Of course that can't happen, you must have been so disgusted when I told you I loved you all those years ago. It's a good thing I didn't tell you how much I really love you, you might have left. I know it's wrong. I know I shouldn't love you, you're my brother. But there's nobody anywhere in the all of everything that has been there for me like you have. You're just so wonderful. Please don't hurt yourself ever again, I think I can stop if you do. Please John, forgive me. I love you.
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Letters To The River
Teen FictionA love story, composed of letters from a young girl writing to her older brother, who must learn to let things go... but to hold on to what really matters.
