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A letter

To The boy I dated in high school who became a cop

Hurt

Listen

You stopped me on I-65 outside of Bowling Green in 2014. You wrote me a warning instead of a ticket. You did not ask how I was. You did not mention prom. We both knew. I sat in the car after you walked away and cried for twenty minutes. I still do not know what for.

Jan 30, 2026