Dearest Alex,
This is going to be an odd letter. I've written you a lot of letters, but I have yet to send them. Maybe that makes me a bad friend?
I wouldn't know. I'm not sure what I'm to do in this faux-letter... Usually I'd just tell you about things in mai life and ask about yours. But I figure I'm *supposed* to tell you how much you mean to me and mention a previously prepared and mildly amusing anecdote.
But.. you know how much you mean to me. I tell you every time I talk to you, and that's hella often. Because even though I knew you for a disgracefully short time, I--
Ya know what? This is ridiculous. The cliched-ness of finishing that sentence is making my head hurt. So I'll say this and keep it realz:
Alex, I love you. I got sick at school today and I forgot to tell you that I think. I can't wait to see you again.
Run from the bullies,
Abi.
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