Chapter 28

28

I'm not really sure why I'm pushing away anymore. There seems to be some things I can't recall. Some sort of hurt planted deeply in the past, a seed that continues to sprout every time I get too near. We can have the most wonderful day, playing in the woods, and then, and then I shut myself up inside...and say things I never mean.

I don't want to go away without you knowing this: You're becoming my very best of friends.

I wrote this to her on a chilly Sunday in January.