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@letterstono-one
Dear Forgotten,
I don’t really think about you anymore. You aren’t the most important person in my life. You aren’t in my life.
Sometimes I think about how close we used to be, about how you could make me smile with a single glance. I don’t really think about you, though.
I don’t think about you so much I’m writing a letter to you.
I guess you still live in the back of my mind, waiting for me to bring you out again.
Dear You,
You make me smile. You make me laugh. You’re who I want to see when I open my eyes in the morning, and you’re the person I want beside me each night.
I’m going to try and make this work. I’m going to stay by your side even when times get tough.
I know you would do the same thing for me.
Thank you. For everything.
Dear Almost,
I still think about you a lot. Sometimes I think I’m 100% over you, and sometimes I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, crying my heart out because of what you did to me.
I’m probably happier now, than I was then. But I miss you a lot.
You almost chose me. You almost stayed. I was almost enough. We almost made it.
I’m almost okay. But not yet.
Dear Stranger,
I know that life can be hard sometimes. I know that words and actions can hurt. And I know that sometimes it might seem hopeless.
Just hang in there. It’ll all end up okay.
Someday you’ll be sitting on a beach watching the sun set, or dancing in the middle of your school gym with your closest friends, or at home reading your favorite book while rain beats against the window, or something else just as simple or as wild and beautiful, and you’ll take in a deep breath and realize that life is good, and that you’re going to be okay.
We’re all just stories being written, everything we say and think and do becoming new words on a page somewhere, and if the end of a story isn’t happy, then it isn’t the end. The end just hasn’t happened yet.
Dear Once-Upon-A-Time,
Maybe I should have let you go a little bit sooner. Maybe I should have realized that you weren’t right for me. Maybe I should have seen the way you looked at her.
Maybe I should have noticed you stopped looking at me like that a long time ago.
Maybe.