Subject: An Open Letter to My Best Friend
From: Your Broken BFF
Date:
21
Dec
2015
Dear Trixie,
Bestie. BFF. Sister. Soul mate. All things we use to call each other.
We use to say that we're were going to be roomies in the nursing home together. We'd wake up every morning and be BFFs all over again.
And I better not cry or you'll pinch me. Although I did most of the pinching.
But I have been crying and never comes the pinch. I got poked, but never the pinch. The pinch I would welcome as it would mean that you're still here with me. But no pinch means the reality is still the same. You're gone. There's no tomorrow. There's no do-overs. There's no second chances. There's no you.
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