R, I’m not sure why I decided to address this letter to you. There were so many other options, so many other people. But you, you are who I’m writing to, surprisingly, even though we barely know each other. That might be a lie. We don’t know too much about each other, but you’re really
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At our old hangout. Boy does that place bring back memories. Most of them are great; some not so great. You know how we butt heads sometimes. But all of them are coated with a bitter sweetness now. Still I wouldn’t trade any of them. You once were my best friend and just that thought
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I feel like I don’t know you. It’s been two years, and you are not the person you were when we started dating. We fight. We don’t have conversations. When we’re together, I feel like you aren’t even there. I don’t understand how things got this way, but I can’t live like this anymore. I