𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 , w2s

9

we're nearing the last letters.
i'm going to miss this.
writing to you; thinking about you.
i need to get over everything.

this is different than usual.
i'm seeing you today.
five hours and counting.
it's currently four a.m.

for once, i don't regret saying yes to this.

for once, i'm ready to face you.

this is like my final piece of closure.

i'm moving on from all the hurt.
all the shit we've been through.

i've been sat here at my desk for maybe
thirty minutes, struggling to write you.
i don't know what to say anymore.

three hours until i see you.
i've got to start getting ready soon.

i'll write you after the shoot.
i think i'm ready to see you.

well, i was wrong.
i was not ready.

i would've probably been fine,
but we made eye contact and i
saw guilt and sadness in your eyes
and it broke me.

i shouldn't have been so affected by it,
but i still care about you after everything.
and i know i probably caused the pain, and that
hurt me more than anything.

two hours had never felt longer.

you stopped me at the end of the shoot,
while i was putting things in my car.
i could barely bring myself to talk to you.
i almost broke into tears saying hi.

this is a short letter, because
i don't have much to say anymore.

i've said everything important in the past
nine letters; everything you need to know.

it felt good talking to you again.
but it pains me to know it's one of
the last times i'm going to talk to you.

we deserved more time.