#125

i wrote you a letter today. i miss you more lately, for a variety of reasons, none of which are probably legitimate.
this is what we do now, isn't it? rip the bandaid off quickly and the pain is sharp. it should subside soon, take a deep breath. till we look down and realize the wound was never fully healed, just out of sight.
maybe you'll open it alone; maybe you have a girlfriend now who picks up your mail and will question who i am.
maybe, more than anything, i want to know what you'll say.