Dear John,
A story in 100 words.
A story in 100 words.
I left for Denver, thinking things were …okay-ish.
I returned to a Dear John letter — I’m John.
A couple of weeks later, I sent her mail to her moms and received this unhinged text:
“That’s IT??!! After saying ZERO about anything involving our relationship and what I did and the fallout for you, you still have ZERO to say?
Ya know what? That’s fine John. You enjoy your sad place in your unremarkable life. Maybe your miserable lonely death will be more note worthy than your life.”
I did have something to say — “noteworthy is one word.”
“FUCK. YOU.”