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After all that we've been through, she says what she needs to through an e-mail.
Desiree,
I don't want to see you anymore. I'm sorry. Too many people are getting suspicious. My mom asked me what's going on with us. I love you as my best friend, but not as anything more. Please don't contact me in any way. You're getting too attached, and I don't want you to get hurt. You know I don't form healthy relationships. I'm sorry, Desi. You have no idea how sorry I am. The best thing for you to do is move on with your life and let me move on with mine. Someday we'll meet again. You know I'm always here for you, but we can't be like we were. Delete this after you read it.
Your friend,
Sarah
I called her, even though she asked me not to. I couldn't help myself. She answered, asked me if I was okay, and when I said that I needed to talk to her about this, she hung up. It's almost like I don't matter.
My room is a constant reminder of everything that's happened. It even smells like her here.
I called my dad. I'm moving out.
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Posted by burning_example on 2008-03-20 09:53:52 | Rating: n/a | Views: 52
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