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Dear Matt
I wish I hadn’t hurt you like I did. Can you forgive me?
Dear Matt,
I don’t know where we began. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’ve forgotten. I know you didn’t forget about me, and I know it must sting that your life has been a hellhole since the days when we first met.
I was a scrawny thing, doing my best Joker impressions to get you to smile, but you always laughed away, your heart skittering — I felt it — even though to everyone else you looked as if you were having the time of your life.
How do you reconcile that kind of break? How do you move on when all the memories build and tell you you’re no good?
I wanted to ask you out, believe me, I did — but I thought you had someone else. Your eyes always strayed to different guys as if you were a butterfly trying to find a place to land. I had this feeling that I could never be the guy for you.
Do you remember that night like I do? How you kissed me as if you were an angel sent from up on high? God, I loved you, and I still need you now. Let’s forget the past and move on and go climb some mountains.
Will you come with me? Will you be the king of my heart even though we’re still learning about each other? Or is it too late for that?
