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The One,

     After I glared at you for that friendly gesture, an upperclassmen called me a heartless bitch. So many people have called me that, or something similar, and I'm beginning to believe them. I have turned into a mean selfish bitch with no concern for others or their emotions. I don't care if I hurt others. And not I'm beginning to not to care about even my own friends. Horrible, eh?

     Ever since I met you, I've treated you like dirt, like you were nothing more than the gum on the bottom of my shoes. And for that, I am sorry.

     I love you, yes. Do I show it? No. It took me long enough to admit it to myself, but I'd never admit it to anyone else. No, that would ruin me. They would make fun of me even more than they already do. Because they'd never expect me to like anyone. But I don't just like you. I'm in love with you, and it hurts to deny you that knowledge. But I'm sure you're better off not knowing, eh?

     Forgive me for everything I've done to you in the past. I wish I could turn back time and change all that. But I can't, so please accept my apology.



Signed,

Lost and Hurt