She sat on the old street bridge reading an old letter to a dear friend.
" I worry about you. I know you’re busy I have been through a lot. You are my friend and I love you! I miss the times we sat and talked, no one else cared for me like you. I hope you feel the same and know I’m here for you"
About to throw it in the river below, she stood a moment, deciding to add;
“Its now 4 years since I last saw you. I can’t believe you left without a goodbye. I know you’ll never see this so who gives a shit? Pregnant by some ass who says he loves me, showing it through abuse. I am not happy.
I miss you but you don’t give a fuck, so I HATE YOU!
I loved you, I was there, what did I do?
I am writing this because no one will ever read it.