A Poem-Letter

Dear A,

I don’t know what you heard me say.

I don’t know what you told them.

I don’t know what you’d told them before.

I don’t know what motivations you might have for telling them things that aren’t true.

I don’t know if things inside you are broken.

I don’t know if things outside you are broken, and you have to build a protective shell.

I don’t know how to ask you these things.

I do know what I said.

I do know what they told my parents.

I do know how humiliating it was to have so many people involved.

I do know how it felt to have everyone wondering if it were true.

I do know that I loved you.

I do know that no explanation in the world can make it not have happened.

Love,

Alden

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