Going, Going, Gone [Completed]

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Darling,

I keep all these letters to you in an old shoe box.

I don't really know why. I just do.

Remember my best friend, Ian?

He came to visit me yesterday.

Well, I accidentally left the shoe box on my desk, and when I went to the bathroom, Ian read some.

At first I was mad.

And then Ian just gave me the saddest look, not one of pity, but of pure sympathy.

I figured he would tell me to let go, to move on, just like everyone else.

But I underestimated my best friend.

He just wordlessly gave me a huge hug.

Now I know I'm not alone.

But while you're gone, darling, I'm always lonely.