Dear Stranger,

Have you ever had that feeling like if you had said one thing, one delicate phrase that your entire world would have been completely different. That if you just opened your damn mouth and almost said something, the rest of your life might have turned out better. But...I didn't.

Ezra Parker was a guy. He was the type of guy that girls fawned over, the type of guy that broke many hearts. He had been broken too, as many as he had broke. He was this arrogant, spoiled, bratty angel but, somehow people still adored him. More like the idea of him.

I want to say that I was different, I wasn't normal. I hadn't fallen for his charms and I was hard to get. That he had fell in love with me because I was just plain "awesome" and we rode into the sunset like most stories. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I was his so called "friend" but he doesn't know me, like at all.

So this is a story of reality, of ignorance, of the truth, and definitely not all the fakes. It's heart break, its rejection, it's what life truly stands for. What I mean is, this is about how Ezra Parker affected my whole life until it was just too late.

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"I don't know you because you never gave me the chance to; You don't know me because you never really wanted to. And to think, the day of Left Hander's Day would be the most sentimental and heart breaking day of my life all because of you. Loving you might have been the best and worst decision of my life"

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