It had been two months and six days since we had met. But I hadn't seen you or heard from you in four days. I'd asked some of the nurses about you, but they wouldn't answer. I left voicemails and texts. I thought maybe I was stalking you but I couldn't help it. I missed you.
I didn't know what to do without you. I read a lot. I watched a lot of TV. I wondered around. I visited some of the kids in the pediatrics ward. Everything felt different without you. I did this for days. I was mad at you. Then I was scared something happened. Then I was afraid. Then I decided nothing happened, and I was mad again. I thought maybe you were transferred. But why wouldn't you answer my calls? Or reply to my texts?
After the first week, I gave up trying to get a hold of you. After two weeks I gave up everything. You were gone. You being gone hurt me. It hurt me worse than I already hurt.
I was getting worse. And I missed you.
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Dear Aaron,
Short StoryDear Aaron, I miss you. I go over our time together in my head, but it isn't enough. I need to talk to you about it. And this is the only way I can. This, is my letter to you. Sam and Aaron were both patients at the hospital. They didn't plan on fi...
