HORRIBLE MESSY


When we met, I was only looking for a job and I found you too. I felt the sparks when we shook hands and I know you did too.

I don't know why you had to leave the horrible messy way you did. I know you think you were doing us all a favor by not being here but the only one not hurting right now is you you selfish bastard.

You didn't have to look into your father's tortured eyes when he found you hanging.
I did.
You didn't have to hold your brother while he sobbed in my arms.
I did.
You didn't have to tell my son that you were really sick and you died suddenly.
I did.
You didn't have to forgive you for being weak.
I did.

I can feel you in the rain. I can hear you in the wind. I can smell you on my blankets.

You are the first person I want to see in the morning. I want to stop by your house just to chat. I want to call your number and hear you say Hi Baby! I want to know that my life still has you in it. Your muffin misses her lobster.

Ok. Maybe I haven't forgiven you.



the love letter collection
submitted 1:06PM EST
thursday, june 19, 2008