“Li.
'Can you really be busy every minute of every day for five weeks? Can’t you take just two minutes to call me on the weekends? Or what about on the nights you don’t have cram school? Or even during the car ride to school--or are you studying even then too? If you can take time to read my letters, shouldn’t you have at least a couple minutes to say SOMETHING to me? HAVE you even been reading my letters? Maybe not. Maybe I just don’t understand your situation. But how can I? I haven’t heard a word from you in five weeks--over a month.'
On Thursday I was planning on writing that to you in my next letter because your sister explained how busy you were with school, but that was before I got home from school on Friday to a text message from my friend, asking if we broke up, because she said your Facebook status changed back to “single” and you removed the picture of us. I didn’t believe her at first. Our electricity was out, so I had to go to my neighbor’s house to use their computer. And you know what I found?
Nothing.
No message, no explanation, no nothing--except that your school is ****.
I guess part of me always expected something like this would happen. But not like this. I used to be so proud of you. I used to think you were always stronger than me. Did you know that we would have been together for 4 months--1/3 of the year--this Monday?
This doesn’t seem like something you’d do--I thought you were real. But maybe you aren’t. The last time we talked you said you needed me more than ever. I guess that’s changed. You’ve changed. What happened to the ex-sweetest guy I ever knew?
And if you don’t reply to this or do anything to let me know what’s been going on, I guess I’ll never know. Even though I know something’s going on that you’re not telling me about, and this isn’t the whole story. I know you better than this. But I’m not considering never hearing from you ever again impossible anymore. It’s all up to you now--what happens from here.
But this is my last letter to you.
Kelsey."
'Can you really be busy every minute of every day for five weeks? Can’t you take just two minutes to call me on the weekends? Or what about on the nights you don’t have cram school? Or even during the car ride to school--or are you studying even then too? If you can take time to read my letters, shouldn’t you have at least a couple minutes to say SOMETHING to me? HAVE you even been reading my letters? Maybe not. Maybe I just don’t understand your situation. But how can I? I haven’t heard a word from you in five weeks--over a month.'
On Thursday I was planning on writing that to you in my next letter because your sister explained how busy you were with school, but that was before I got home from school on Friday to a text message from my friend, asking if we broke up, because she said your Facebook status changed back to “single” and you removed the picture of us. I didn’t believe her at first. Our electricity was out, so I had to go to my neighbor’s house to use their computer. And you know what I found?
Nothing.
No message, no explanation, no nothing--except that your school is ****.
I guess part of me always expected something like this would happen. But not like this. I used to be so proud of you. I used to think you were always stronger than me. Did you know that we would have been together for 4 months--1/3 of the year--this Monday?
This doesn’t seem like something you’d do--I thought you were real. But maybe you aren’t. The last time we talked you said you needed me more than ever. I guess that’s changed. You’ve changed. What happened to the ex-sweetest guy I ever knew?
And if you don’t reply to this or do anything to let me know what’s been going on, I guess I’ll never know. Even though I know something’s going on that you’re not telling me about, and this isn’t the whole story. I know you better than this. But I’m not considering never hearing from you ever again impossible anymore. It’s all up to you now--what happens from here.
But this is my last letter to you.
Kelsey."
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