Dear T,
I wish I could tell you things that are on my mind but I just can't. I feel so disconnected from you and its not your fault its mines. you look at me every time we meet and wonder what I'm thinking. you ask me what's new and I simple respond "nothing really. just same old same old." there are so many things I want to get off my chest but I remain silent and still. you don't poke or pry at me like the others did, you simple observe and wait patiently. you joke with me and try to make things less awkward and for that I thank you. just be a little more patient and I may just spill my guts out one day at random.

From,
Me

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