The Love Letter
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Here is my love letter to you,
To the once-upon-a-time I shared.
A moment when your eyes held my world,
And I thought,
"This must be my life."
In you, I did not see you.
No insane attraction to you
even though I worded it out in that manner
I saw all my hidden aspects and desires.
The person I wanted to be,
The person I thought I could become.
You were a mirror,
And I loved the reflection.
Now, as I pen these words,
I hope for silence between us.
May you forget me,
As I will forget you, forever.
May the paths we walk
Never again cross-
Not in this lifetime, nor the next.
Goodbye.
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For the first ten years of my life I always imagined myself a princess. I always saw myself being an amazing, and beautiful person. Everyone saw me as a loving girl who just wanted happiness for everyone and only wanted to see people smile. Until the eleventh grade, when my crush Rayan Lopez called me ugly. I adored that boy with everything, since 7th grade, and that was the day.... I realized I wasn't a princess after all. It's amazing how quickly someone can defeat your dream with the utterance of one word. Whoever said words don't hurt, must have never experienced this. Twenty years later, I cringe whenever I hear it and am immediately brought back to that rainy afternoon when the love for myself diminished. That's why when I opened up my mail and found an invitation to my high school reunion... I nearly passed out.
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