Dear Dylan,
I’m really sorry, I did it again. But this time was different, it felt weird but a good weird. It felt like I was flying, kind of sort of floating, I asked Tyler if this was normal and he didn’t answer me, you want to know what he did Dylan?
He kissed me. It wasn’t like any kiss I’ve ever had really, it was sweet but it felt like sympathy. Did he want to actually kiss me? Sorry, I shouldn’t be writing about this, you’re his best friend and it’s probably awkward.
I’m praying for you.
Love, Lacey.
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Dear Dylan
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