Dear John

Dear John is long, harsh, and aching. It's for an older man who pulled her into something lopsided. Taylor doesn't weep; she writes a letter so calm it's unsettling: I grew up, you don't get to teach me anymore.

It always makes me a little uncomfortable — not because it's bad, but because it's true. That clarity of "you used the love I thought we had" is a girl growing a spine inside real pain. It forgives nothing, asks for nothing, just says it plain.

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