Letter #1

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Dear Cassidy,

Remember when we first met properly?

It was in the fifth grade. You where so little then, we both were. I remember you were this quiet little thing. So shy.

You smiled at me and I just knew we would become friends. You told me about your abusive father, and we bonded over our stories of abuse.

You showed me that it wasn't meant to be that way. You brought darkness to my world, but showed me the light.

Remember we used to right notes to each other everyday? Several times a day even?

You were my best friend until we started high school.

That's when I first realized.

I was in love with you, no doubt about it.

But I couldn't bring myself to admit it out loud let alone to you. So I loved you from afar as you dated all these worthless people.

And when you told me that you like girls as well. Well, I found hope in those words.

Sometime all I have is hope.

- Rayna

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