Dear Adam,
Do you hate me?
I can't figure it out and it's bothering. I mean you said you loved me but how can you care for someone who was never there for you.
It's silly how much excuses we make for the ones we love. We disguise all of the hurtful things they do, so in a way it seems like they love you too.
But I never needed to disguise the things you did, because you truly loved me. And that was such a wonderful thing to know.
So maybe you don't hate me.
Love,
Bailey
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