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“I was a mess. You were my saving grace, so I had to let you go.”

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20th May, Sunday

Hey Ethan,

You know the rush of feeling you have the day before your birthday? The excited rumble in your churning stomach? The dizzy, strange happiness in your brain? Before everyone surprises you?

Yeah, the one I feel every year before going to bed and crying on my pillow.

I used to hate my birthdays, wondering why I was even born. I mean, the world would be a better place without me, eh?

But then,you, the world’s best friend,mybest friend, always made it special.

You bought me zoo tickets last year, and we had so much fun holding the snakes. You were so scared to hold a Tricolor Hognose, you almost cried letting her go. That was so precious! Andyes, I still have your scared photos, andno, I am not giving it back.

Remember how both of us tried to talk to the snakes? To see whether we were Parseltongue or not and you even glared at the guard who was giving us skeptical looks. We had so much fun. I loved every single moment with you.

But now, sitting on the roof with the cool summer breeze kissing my face, I wonder if you will have any time to go out with me. Times have changed now. You need to shave your stubble every three days. I have to shave my legs every alternate day. You are in a relationship. I have boobs now, like when did they show up? I also kind of hate how Ariana has wrapped you around her stupid manicured finger.

I really wish you were playing Scrabble with me instead. But I get it, she is your first girlfriend and you’re really excited to date her. I know she makes you happy, I can see it in your face.

Bad thoughts keep coming to me and I hate it. I hate thinking. I wish we could hit a pause button on thinking sometimes and do nothing.

Still, I can’t wait for tomorrow!

Love,

Kiara

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