I never thought I would write this letter. I never thought I would feel the need to seek counselling. I appear and act as if I am perfectly capable of handling anything without much help. But deep down, I am a mess, a hot mess of sadness, despair, and envy to those that seem so
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KR, I really like you. You’re an amazing girl, and you’re probably my best friend at school right now. I don’t know what you’re thinking though. I’m always the first one to text you, and you always seem happy when I do. I don’t want to seem like I’m obsessed or something, but I can’t
B- I miss you. I miss you every day. My head is spinning, tears are welling up in my eyes, and butterflies are flying in my stomach as I’m writing this. Yesterday I spilled my drink all over the table and all over my mother, but not a drop got on me. I thought about
I miss waking up, and smiling knowing i would see you today. I miss the way you held me, and told me i was beautiful. I miss getting a note from you, and rereading it all day because it made me so happy. I miss you telling me i love you. I miss the night
You took my heart and spirit to a place I thought they were incapable of going You penetrated them swiftly, skillfully and masterfully deep Your eyes pierced right through me in a way that no other has ever done before I can still see your eyes, burning down into the pit of my very soul