Dear Awkward Stranger,
I hate you.
No, that's a lie.
I want to hate you.
But no matter how many times I remind myself of the things you did and the things you said I can't bring myself to hate you. I can't even dislike you.
I'm not fond of you, but I don't dislike you. I guess I'm finally indifferent. Which means I'm one step ahead of you.
I'm listening to the song I put on the side in my last part. I didn't say what it was but it's Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons. I played it for you once, you said you liked it.
I'm scared. I'm going to tell Aiden my secret. The secret I haven't told anyone, the one I couldn't even tell you. You used to get mad because I wouldn't tell you, when you kept so many secrets from me.
I'm scared to tell him, but I know when I do a huge weight will be lifted off of me. I told him I would tell him next time he comes over, which will either be Saturday or Tuesday because I can't bear to type it and have it in a physical form.
I haven't even said it to myself. I know what I did but I can't bring myself to say it. Not even in my head. My stupid dumb little head.
I'm really bad at staying on topic.
I miss you.
I hate you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Awkward StrangerShort Story
I 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