dear me, i'm writing this story to let you know how much I hate how you let him slip away. dear me, you just don't know how much it pisses me off every day that you were too afraid to tell him you wish that he would stay. you make me sick with all the things that you never said. dear me, maybe if you didn't try to pretend you're so tough, you could just call him up. don't think, that i don't see through the mask you wear for everyone. because it's not who you really are. sometimes i look in the mirror, and don't recognize the person that you've become, the person that's deep inside. if anyone knows how to get the best of me, it's you. dear me, let me know who you really are.. - Amal.