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I'm finally writing back. I've missed those talks too. I didnt open the note til last week, I was afraid of what it would say. And I want to make things right. But I can't. Because whenever I get up the courage, I think about what happened, and it makes me so angry. I didnt know you felt like I was ignoring you or whatever. You didnt say one thing. So when I have to be yelled at by the one guy who has hurt me the most over the years, that put me over the top. Why couldn't you just say something? I had no idea you felt how you did. And you sent him. How was I to know something was wrong? I didn't find out until that Thursday, and by that time I was too hurt//mad//upset to even talk to you. I keep asking why. Why couldnt I have known? Why couldn't you of told me at the beginning? The whole week would have been better. It would have been fun. I was trying my best to spend time with everyone and get everything done that I had planned on getting done. I didnt know I was wrong. And I'm sorry I didnt. Thats what makes me stupid. But you dont care anymore, you've long since given up and probably dont even remember. But I felt it was time to write back.
Love,
Brianne
P.S. Morgan didnt bug me. He was the only one who would listen to what I had to say, and I'm grateful that he came and brought it up. At least someone knew the truth, knew my feelings.