Dear John SERIES

Dear John (Last Part): my version. When the music stops... it stops. PART 5

Dear John,

NOT.

This is meant for you to read. Not for others to. If you happen to come across this note, good.

"We never had friendship." came as a shock to me. It hit me like a bullet. Sudden and deadly.

My bad. Sorry, I just had no idea. I got it all wrong. I was the one doing things in vain.
You got what you wanted.

Sincerely,
I'm done here.

P.S.
Thank you for the memories. Or not. Suddenly not so sure. But I'll say it anyway. Thank you. No sarcasm.

I've no regrets. I learn.
Yet I'm left with endless questions echoing in my head, like a broken record. But I'm not broken. I'm not falling apart. I'm... speechless. I'm... feeling the Feeling of Numbness. I'm... *silence*

The End.

When the music stops... it stops. Life goes on.