Dear Anonymouses,
Good times, bad times. Happy times, sad times.
It reminds me of how we all met. Some are vague and only come across with faint memories. Others are as vivid and clear as if they just happened yesterday. They always have and always will. The joy in them, while not as fierce as back then, still comes through. And the sad memories...I can still feel the ache.
We've spent joyful months together. We've cried and we've laughed, high-fived and *chuckles* hugged. We've called down hate on each other and guilt tripped each other, left each other and pissed off each other. But somehow, we're still here.
Still here.
That means a lot.
Were we meant to meet here? I don't know. Were we meant to stay?
...I don't know either.
A lot of things are on my mind and they will always remain on my mind. They always have and perhaps they always will.
I look back on memories, both happy and sad, and wonder if it was worth it. If I made the right decisions. Sometimes I smile and say yes, other times I fear not. I can't change the past, but I can doubt it.
And though this may seem random...what would happen if we had 24 hours before the world ended? Would that reveal what we truly cared for?
Perhaps it is me overthinking things as usual. But...
But...
I wonder sometimes.
~ Jean
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Dear Anonymous,
Never make a decision you can't live with.
...That's what you said once, a long time ago, right?
If you were me, what would you do now?
~ Jean
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Dear Anonymous,
Why?
~ Anonymous
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Dear Anonymous,
I miss the way it used to be and the way we used to be. But those times are over. I should've appreciated them, because it doesn't seem like they're coming back.
~ Anonymous
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Dear Anonymous,
I'm sorry.
If I could help, I would.
~ The name you know me by