Dear you,

Maybe I've been a little bit wrong recently. Alright, maybe a lot wrong. What do you do to me? I really really wish you had meant it when you said "I love you." Not that I think you did... if you meant it you wouldn't have said it, would you have now? Because we can't be together for obvious reasons. Although I guess I meant it when I told you that... but it's different. Jesus H Christ, I wish things had gone differently than they did. It's almost too late. Just a little bit more time with you and then it's all over, and everything that I wished will be impossible. Why are you so unbelievably perfect for me?
It's not that I regret my actions for this past month or so: you didn't exactly help me make a different decision. If I had known that I was still mildly in love with you, I might have done things a little differently. But I can't waste my life on you.
"Don't wait for me. I've got a lot to do, I've got a lot to be. And in the end, maybe I'll see you there."

Love?
Penny

Dear you,

I'm sorry. I'm fucking up your life and I shouldn't. I really didn't mean to. I like you, you know I do. You're almost ideal. Almost. I wish that I felt the same way about you as I pretend to and as you feel about me. I don't know what to do. I don't want to break your heart, but it's inevitable.

I'm sorry,
Penny

dear you

of course i fall for someone who lives half an hour away from me. of course i fall for a native american, vegetarian, guitar playing, good music listening gentleman like yourself. go back next year. hopefully i'll still be here.

i didn't want that hug to end

from sarah

p.s.-i'm still waiting for you to dance my pants off

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My Dearest Best Friend,

You know, you're making things really tough lately. I've bent over backwards fighting for you, sticking up for you, and trying to help you, and all I get it shit for it. Just so you know, my parents have thrown that half-expected ultimatum at me, to get rid of you, or they'll make my life a living hell. I've almost made my decision. With all the other, might I add, more important stresses in my life, it'd probably be best if I just stopped bearing your burdens along with my own.
Some of the decisions I understand, but some of them are just stupid. If you had half a brain, you'd go home and make life easier on EVERYONE....(ie.- yourself...Jeff...Mark...Me...your parents..and everyone..) You're 18 years old. Start acting like it. No matter how hard you thought you had it, you didn't. There's no sympathy from someone who comes from my house. There's not even a comparison between your life and mine.
So this is my resignation. I hereby step down from my position as best friend... give it to someone who can at least fake being sincere...because I'm done.

-Me-

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