Anyway, here I am, bored to death, wondering what you’re up to. I even started thinking about math, Aarav. Math. That’s how bad it’s gotten. I really wish you were here to teach me because at this rate, I’ll be lucky if I even pass.
Please write back, Aaru. It’s time you forgave me already.
Yours truly,
Anu
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I’m officially angry now, Aarav Malhotra. If I were there, I swear I would’ve given you a good smack—and you know I don’t even believe in violence. That’s how mad you’ve made me.
Why are you doing this? Have you forgotten me already? You were the one who couldn’t even say goodbye properly when I left, and now you’re just pretending like I never existed.
Please, Aarav. Just tell me you’re okay. Even if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, at least let me know you’re alive and fine. Until you write back, I’m not telling you anything about what’s going on here. You don’t deserve to know.
Yours truly (and very, very angry),
Anu
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I’m still waiting, Aarav. It’s been eight months. Eight. Months. I’m starting to think you’ve completely forgotten about me. I’m hurt, Aarav. Really hurt.
I thought we had something real—a friendship that would survive everything. I’m not even asking for a whole long letter anymore. Just a tiny message. "I’m fine, Anu." That’s all I want.
But you’re just... silent. And it’s starting to feel like maybe I was just someone you spent time with because it was convenient. (I just learned the spelling of 'convenient.' You can look it up in the dictionary if you don't know it.)
It’s not easy for me here. I’m struggling every day to fit in and to make friends, and I miss you more than I can even explain. Please, Aarav. Please write back.
Yours truly,
Anu
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I’m trying so hard to stay positive, Aarav. I keep telling myself you’ll write back someday. But the longer you stay silent, the harder it gets.
I see your silence, and... it feels like you’ve moved on. Like you don’t need me anymore. And that thought... it hurts more than anything.
I thought what we had was stronger than distance. You promised me you’d always be there. That you’d protect me, even when we were apart. But maybe I was just being stupid, believing in promises.
Still, I’m not letting go that easily. I’m holding onto every memory we made—every laugh, every fight, every silly moment. Even if you’ve already forgotten.
Please, Aarav. Write back. Please.
Yours truly,
Anu
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I think I’m starting to lose hope now, Aarav.
I’ve written so many letters—poured my heart out over and over—and you haven’t answered even once. It feels like I’m just shouting into a void. Like I’m just a silly little girl who doesn’t know when to stop.
But the truth is... I can’t give up. Not yet. Not on us. Not on everything we shared.
I’m holding onto the tiniest bit of hope that maybe someday you’ll write back. Maybe someday we’ll be okay again. But until then, I’m just stuck here, wondering what I did wrong.