for ryan
10:43 p.m.

Dear you,

You called me. I can't believe you called me. You asshole. I can't believe this is happening.

I thought I got away from you. I thought it was over. I thought I had put the nightmare behind me.

(Obviously not.)

I gave you an hour. And you talked. And I fell in love with you all over again.

I was in love with you, you know. I really was.

And then you started to talk like you do again, and all the memories came back. The glint in your eyes that night. The sting of your slap against my cheek.

The fear in my stomach.

I can't do this.

-Anon

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