Dear World,
If you are reading this, I've done something drastic. This letter isn't a happy one.
Now, everyone else who is reading this, I've left. I couldn't handle what was happening and I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly. But watching her was slowly killing me. She was perfect.
Her hair was a wildfire. It was intense and red and it notified everyone that she had arrived.
Her eyes were an emerald forest. Dark green and mysterious. She could analyze anything and was always wondering the backstory to anything and everything.
She was loud. Not just her voice, but her everything was loud. Her presence was noticeable. She wore the weirdest combinations that looked absolutely amazing on her. She danced like nobody was watching and she cared for everything.
But I've tried to distance myself from her. I tried to stay her friend. I just couldn't do it. It pained me every time she went on a date. Whether it was the uptight blonde lady to the wild musician or the messy haired boy she is with now, I had to watch as she went on date after date after date. And for every date, she asked for my opinion on her outfit and she would tell me every last detail of the experience when it was over.
It felt like torture.
I know I seem weak and overdramatic, but this is where every last feeling comes crashing out. I'm gone for good. Seeing her was too much for me.
Goodbye.
-Marlene C. McKinnon