7. Dear Luke
I’m so sorry, she must have had a reason to do such a bold action, she wouldn’t have just left you like that…would she? What was her name? If you don’t mind me asking of course. Actually I do know, it hurts a hell lot. My parents left me when I was 2 years old, on the step of a foster home with no good bye, or not even a hug, just a simple knock and run. I remember it was pouring rain and I just stood there watching them drive away, I watched them leave everything behind, one of those things being me. So here I am now, it actually isn’t as bad as you think though, some people make foster homes out to be so cold and terrible, but most of the time it’s bearable, aside from the musty smell and shadowy feeling. I have 16 sisters, and 12 brothers, a lot right? Most of them are nice, but some just don’t like the fact that people try to get close to them, which is totally understandable given the situation. Luke, are you actually starting to enjoy my company?! Is your heart actually beginning to unthaw?! I feel you, my weekends are the exact same, locked up in this old ratty building, with nothing to do but play guitar and daydream on the window seat. It gets lonely here sometimes, that’s why I secretly enjoy your letters, but don’t let it get to your head. As I told you before I’m not good with talking to boys, and by boys, I also mean people, it’s embarrassing I know, but I can’t help it, it’s the anxiety part of me, I feel as though, if I get to close, they’ll leave, and I don’t think I could go through that process again.