Dear you,
I don't know why, I don't know how this happened but I have been looking through your account again. How are you? Have you been doing good? What's with the tweets, the ig story? I don't know if it is my place to ask but, nevermind, I won't ask it in person anyways. Whatever you're going through, I hope you'll get through it though.
I suddenly remember the days where we can only be ourselves around each other. How good those days were.
In all seriousness, I also remembered the time I had to tell you that I didn't want to see that side of you again. That was roughly around four, five years ago now. I know I always say that I am not that person of such who I am today but it has been a part of me and I sincerely apologize. How toxic I was? How did you feel then? I'm sorry. I really am sorry for having said that. I know you're only doing what you had ought to do and I know, I am well aware, that my feelings had been high and fragile that time. I shouldn't have held it against you. I'm so sorry. I'm out of words, I'm sorry. I really am. And for and with the things that I have done that might have caused you sadness or anxiety. I'm sorry for all those. I am sorry.
It's okay if you won't forgive me and choose to walk away. I truly understand.
I think of you still. I hope you're safe.
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Letters I'll Never Send
Non-Fictionthere will always be thoughts that will remain unsaid; thoughts that will be published here instead.
