Dear Millie,
Hi. Rosalind, my therapist, told me to write these letters until I get over you. Like that's ever going to happen. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to write anything in this note. It hurts too much. I can't believe that you're... gone. I can't even write that word without crying. I can't accept it because you're not gone. You can't be. You were going to send me pictures of the Bahamas. You were going to be here on my sixteenth birthday, blowing out the candles with me. You were going to be my girlfriend for as long as we could make it last. But then something went wrong. Mom won't tell me what, maybe she doesn't know. But I miss you, and I think I loved you.
Love, Paris
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Dear Millie
Teen FictionOne year ago, Paris was happy. She had just come out as Pansexual to her family and friends, and she had an amazing girlfriend named Millie. Then, when Millie went to the Bahamas, her plane crashed and Paris is heartbroken. On her sixteenth birthday...
