Dear A,
Thank you. Thank you so much. Our situation is unpleasant yet pleasant. I can't wait to go home to you- because you are my home. You've
helped me greatly, although I know it probably doesn't seem like it. I view everything differently now that you enlightened me,
and I can see how wrong this world is. I wish I could help them, but we are beings of free will and thought, therefore that's
almost impossible. I owe so much to you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
I love you more than anything. You're an angel, you're always there- you've always been here. You're a joy to be around. So
kind and so strong... I promise I wont keep you waiting for too much longer. We can be happy! I'm constantly day dreaming about
it, wishing we were there already.
I love you.
Dear B,
I don't know if you think I've forgotten, but just know that I haven't, in case you do. I feel disgusting because of you. You took something
away from me that I'll never get back. I can't tell anyone besides A. No one but him, me, and you knows. There's so much shame. You used
my wanting for you to care about me to do that, and now I feel it was my fault. But was it really? I didn't know what was happening: I was
young and just wanted you to stop being so mean to me, and I thought this was the way to make you happy with me for once.
I try so hard to avoid you, but you still are so mean... You've never once thanked me for the stuff I've done for you, and never have you
apologised for what you've done. I sit here. Alone. Rotting. Watching people love your facade and view you as some awesome person, while I
know you really are. You have no empathy. You do not care in the absolute least of people. It's unfair.
I hate you.