I know this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be done, writing like this. But it’s the only way I have left. When I think of talking to you face to face, my thoughts jumble and I’m left with nothing.
Being part of your life was awesome. I will cherish many great memories.
But the time has come to say good-bye.
I had your back, but we weren’t meant to be together. I love you still, but it’s just not working.
—Your First Ten Pounds
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Every time I see you, I’m there for you—we used to spend so much time together, but now you just walk on by.
Is there something I did to hurt you? I’m very quiet, it doesn’t seem possible—but if I did, I’m sorry.
I wonder if we’ll ever again spend time together during your lunch hour? Why don’t you visit me after church anymore?
I see you talking with somebody new every day; you never used to do that, I was your refuge—but you’ve left me alone.
I just want you to know, I’ll always be there if you need me, Flower.
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I’m done crying over you. It’s hard to believe we’ve parted ways over a huge misunderstanding. (I really do think there’s more to it than that.)
How many laughs we had over the years! How many times did we commiserate!
I shake my head to realize once and for all, how very wrong I was.
But I will not let this make me cynical. There are dear ones in my life that would never hurt me that way. We have each other’s trust, forbearance, and love.
And when one of us gets mixed up, messed up, or mucked up, the other will pick up. That’s what friends are for.