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Dear Will,
I’m sorry, Will. I shouldn’t have used your preferences against you.
I feel like talking to you should be easy because you’re you and I’m me, but it isn’t. I’m Mike and you’re Will, our names sound wrong when not together, but maybe that’s just me.
Why is even writing to you difficult? It shouldn’t be, I’m supposed to be a writer.
Then again, there’s a lot of things I’m supposed to be that I’m not very good at.
I know I said otherwise in our fight, but I sometimes wish things could stay the same forever. I wish it could just be you and me in my basement, together.
I would spend my whole life with you if I could.
I’m sorry about our fight. I didn’t mean any of the things I said, I was just so angry. I was angry at everyone because we won't ever be normal.
Love
From,
Mike.
-L30