Dear Awkward Stranger,
I miss you. You don't miss me. I see you everyday, and you're fine. I look fine, but I'm dying on the inside. I know you're not the type to die inside. I get attached, and you can just let go. How? How can you let go of a year? A year I know couldn't have been that bad for you.
Could it?
I mean, you initiated all that sex talk, Lord knows I'm too shy. But you also initiated most of the fights. I don't get it. I stayed and put up with you when you were calling me a selfish and dumb bitch, an asshole, and a liar. All of which aren't true. Why couldn't you stay with me when I did what I did? Whatever I did, you won't tell me.
I know people are different when they're angry. I know that despite the fact you don't want to admit it, you have anger issues. If you didn't, you must hate me.
A lot of my other friends think you're jealous, and also that you don't have good arguments and that I'm right. I don't think so. That's why I changed the code name. I don't think you're a jealous jackass. To me, you're a stranger now.
~Just Me
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Dear Awkward Stranger
Short StoryI started this when I was very broken, and very sad. There was someone I would call a stranger. These are my letters to him, after he left me. I have closed this chapter of my life finally, and I am finally happy
