Dear Anonymous A,
You don't deserve them. Your...genderfriend. I almost typed "her" and "girlfriend," before remembering how they identify themselves. They are gorgeous and funny and kind.
You are pretty, and you may say funny things occasionally, but you are about as far as one can get from being kind.
There's no way they could know. They haven't mentioned you to me, which means you haven't told them about what happened that year. Maybe you've moved on.
I can't.
You're still in my life. I am seeing you more and more. I know the people you hang out with, both at your school and mine. I know your fucking genderfriend. I just want to apologize, but is that even the right thing to do? It's been so long...maybe I should just let go and move on. At least one of us can heal our wounds. Maybe mine will forever be open.
Maybe these letters are the added salt.
But I can't stop. All I know is that one day I'll be free from you.
Dear God, I can't wait for that day.
Sincerely, Isabel
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Letters to Anonymous
Non-FictionI've lost a lot of people in my life - not good ones, either. This is a collection of letters to those a-holes. There may be multiple letters (chapters) written to a single person. Each Anonymous is assigned a letter, and I'll try to keep it alphabe...
