Dear John: my version. Half of my heart. EXTENDED PART 1
Dear John,
You know how it goes. This is not meant for you to read. Nor is it for others to. It's merely for my silently screaming heart that's been dying to... well, um, to just say what she needs to say. But if you happen to come across this note... then you do. Don't make a fuss out of it.
You know why it's (and I quote) "unfair"? Because I know you could do so much better.
You willingly exerted all your efforts on the countless girls you've dated. From her to her to whoever "her" was. I would know. And that's totally okay. But where is that now? It's playing hide and seek.
Then again, we don't know what we are and we're bound to no expectations. So I can't blame you.
I just know you could do so much better. You just don't want to. And I don't know why.
Don't get me wrong though. I'm having fun.
With half of my heart,
Me
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