Dear Reece, 

Remember the 5 letters you've read before this? All of them talking about strangers. Talking about how we met? From strangers to friends to more than friends and then back to square one!

How did this become us? Why you and me? To some extent, I want to think I was stupid to think we would last forever. Very stupid when I think about it more. It hurts me. It pulls me apart every time. If I hadn't taken a chance with you, would my situation be different? Sometimes I think yes, and then other times I doubt again. I doubt. Maybe all this was supposed to happen to me. To you. To us.

I saw the text message you sent me on Thursday night. I want you to know that I saw it. I saw it. Even as much as blinked at it. But do you know what I did? I deleted that message. I threw my phone at the wall. My sister came rushing into the room thinking something was wrong with me. Something was really wrong with me. And I blame myself for letting it affect me. Even more, I blame you for causing it. I blame us. But I blame you for causing it and me, for letting you into my life. 

Don't get me wrong. Do not please! I never hated the idea of you in my life but as the days went by I questioned myself, and when you did what you did, I knew I was worthless.

See the thing about strangers! If you are the overly inquistive person, the curious person, a stranger will easily draw you in. No matter what. That is what we were to each other. Only that I was not really a stranger. You knew things about me before I told you about them. You were like a perfect stranger. I don't even know what that means to be honest!

Deep down, I wish I had been warned! I wish someone had warned me. Your friends couldn't warn me cause it's bros first always. Everyone knows that rule.

It just hurt that we became strangers in the worst way imaginable.

The stranger,

Elena