The red bracelet, I took it from you when I told you I liked it.

When I wanted to give it back to you, you said it looked better on me, even though it was not something that actually made me look like the most beautiful creature in the world. You simply told me, it was too small for your wrist and it fitted perfectly on mine.

I was in love, with the bracelet. It was red, my favorite color, and it had the initial of a question that still haunts me.

W.W.J.D - What would Jesus do?

When I felt bad, or felt like I could not make a wise decision, I looked at the bracelet, and I felt in peace with myself and with the decisions I made.

I lost it once, and I had this terrible anxiety, because it was one of the things that symbolized our strange friendship/relationship. Then, I found it and I calmed down.

After everything came crashing down between us, I made a decision, I was going to give it back to you.

It took like two weeks, because I gave it to people so they could give it to you and then I grabbed it, saying I would give it to you. Two of my friends even got mad at me for not being brave enough to give it to you.

So, one day, I gave it to one of your closest friends, told him to give it to you, and that was it.

I left crying, because I had just gotten rid of the only thing that held my hopes up, but you did not care and gave it away to another person.

That's the story of the red bracelet.

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Sent, March 22nd, 2016 at 8:09PM.