Dear Three Seats Left,
I met you under the sketchiest circumstances. I had no idea that us just talking sometimes would grow up into what it is now just a few months later.
It was such a depressing time in my life. I had no idea what direction I was going in or what could salvage my dying heart. You became that little glimmer in my day. When you called or texted me, the loneliness and pessimism wouldn’t just melt away - it was like they instantly vaporized, creating a vacuum that pulled all the brightness and joy out of my heart that I didn’t know I had capacity for at the time. You would tell me really sweet things and make me feel like I was worth something to someone in the world, not just because I was a good help with homework or because I was pleasing to they eye.
But I have a temper and an abrasive personality. I think I may have hurt and alienated you. You text me less, and I can feel all of that darkness returning. It whizzes around my head and my chest feels like it’s caving in. It’s almost time to see each other again but I might have ruined whatever it was that was going on for us.
I’m really sorry. Maybe I was asking too much. You were probably just being really nice.
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