Dear Sara,

You know more than you think you know, much more. Every letter you write seems to see right through me. The last were no exception. Louis and I were the closest. He understood me in so many ways. But then again, he didn't understand so much more. I don't know if we can ever get back to what we had in friendship. I think just too much has occurred for that. At least for now. It will probably take years if at all.

The way you've described this friend of yours is quite similar to what I would have said about Lou. He wasn't the cheerleader of course, more like the class clown always messing about. Teasing, joking, causing a general disaster. But if that's his role, mine was the silent loner dressed all in black. Quiet and angry sitting in the back of the room glaring at the rest. I admit fully that was me. Still is in many ways. Melancholy might be a good way to phrase it.

So, you think Niall is cute? I hadn't thought of you as a Nialler, but alright. Interesting. And why would you want to understand me? What possible sick reason could you have because I'm 1- not that interesting and 2- too judged to get a fair look from you anyway. There's too much false impressions out there for you to see. I'm doomed.

I don't think that an alternate universe where I didn't leave them and your friend didn't turn out to be a punk could possibly exist. And why would we want that? Then you would never have written to me, and I wouldn't be learning about you. X

Sincerely,

Zayn

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