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I walk back to my spot on my living room floor, next to my dusty fireplace, sitting down.
The events that just occurred refresh in my brain, who was that?
Although it was quite odd he had such an interest in my well-being, it made me feel something I have not felt in a month.
Joy.
But do not get me wrong, one does not need to be happy to feel joy. I pick up a pair of scissors I had grabbed from the kitchen, examining the small package. I look, seeing no return address.
Weird.
I look at the scribbled hand-writing with my name, written in blue ink.
Immediately my heart begins to race, I would recognize that handwriting and blue colored pen anywhere.
I rip open the box, looking down inside seeing a letter, and I open it with shaking hands.
My Andy,
God, everytime I hear the postman this feeling inside me builds up and I dread seeing my name scrawled out on the worn letter. It probably being from you re-reading the words you wrote so many times. It hurts me so much knowing I did this to you. I killed every last ray of light you had inside of your beautiful self.
I do not want to say anything in fear of hurting you more than I already have but know that this past month has been the worst experience in my entire life.
I do not watch sunsets with her, that was only for you.
And when I do fall asleep next to her, I wish it were you.
I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I played cat and mouse with you, I was sick and twisted and selfish. I thought this was all a game. You were supposed to build up bridges, not walls. I made you shut down, blocking everyone out.
I deserve this, all of this. The pain, the guilt, the suffering. You do not.
Do not starve, or harm yourself, and drink away your precious life my beautiful Andrea.
For I am not worth it, I'm just a piece of shit that fell in love and broke the best thing that ever happened to me.
Now before I go, you must know you did write your name in permanent marker, for it will always be there. It is my fault for trying to erase what can never be replaced.
-Michael
p.s. look inside the box.
Listening to the sound of my tears hitting the paper, I look inside the box almost laughing, the smell hitting my nostrils immediately.
I reach inside, pulling out one of Michael's white sweaters.
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MICHAOFOVN KTOGKSME
WAS THIS OKAY?
FUCK I DONT KNOW.
I KEEP WRITING THIS ovER AND OVER BUT MY THOUGHTS REFUSE TO BE WRITTEN DOWN.
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