I hope you like this story. It's basically just going to be miley writing letters to people. Mostly nick. :-) tell me what you think.

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Dear Nick,

Hi. It's me, Miley. You know you're old next door neighbor? Yeah. That's me.

So you're probably wondering why I'm writing you this letter, right? I mean we never talked much when you still lived here, except maybe once or twice. And that time on my 13th birthday where you…never mind. Anyways, There's something I never really got to tell you, that I want to tell you now.

I love you.

There. I said it. I loved you when you were here, I love you even now that your gone, and I haven't stopped loving you. I mean, I've learned to move on…kind of…but I love you. And I always will love you.

I really just had to get that off my chest. You have no idea how long it's been since I had a decent night sleep. I couldn't get this off my mind.

But every time I think about how much I loved you, I remember all the ways you hurt me. All the times I cried. And the worst memory of all. When you asked one of my best friends out.

I remember the year you were my Science partner. In the 6th grade. We were in lab, and I remember getting so flustered around you that I tipped a test tube of smelly blue chemical into a beaker of bubbling green chemical. And kaboom! It exploded all over your face and the front of your shirt. Which you informed me was brand new right before you were whisked off to the nurse's office to see if the explosion had burned you or got in your eye in any way.

Let's just say that was the most HUMILITATING moment of my life. And I'm really, really sorry I ruined your shirt.

But it wasn't really so much about that that I'm getting at. It was later that day, when I was at my locker getting my stuff for class and your friends came up. They laughed at me and called me names- ever wonder why everyone always called me Toxic? It was because your friends told them to call me that because of the Science lab explosion –and they shoved me into a locker. But the worst thing of all is that I saw you walk by across the hall. And you didn't glance over once. And even if you had, sometimes I wonder if you would have actually stopped to help me.

I'm not saying you were mean. Your friends sure were. But not you. You treated me better than half the student body.

I'm sorry if I'm bringing back memories about what happened that night in high school. But I really needed to tell you what I didn't tell you while you were here.

Hey! Maybe I'll write you again. After all, there's a few things that I still haven't told you, that I need to inform you of. But that'll have to wait for my next letter. And I really hope you read this whole letter. But you don't have to write back if you don't want. I just want you to know what you meant to me while you were here.

Write you again soon.

Love,

Miley