"Hi baby...you haven't been home in ten days. The stress is killing me, I lost count of how many times my nose bled and how many letters I ruined and had to throw away because they were stained.
Are you with her? If I call, will she pick up?
Your last text is so awful. I must write it here to believe it. I feel like if I don't do it this will drag me into believing we'll be alright.
You said: 'I saw you on the street and you lost a lot of weight, if you're doing this to get my attention then you better stop. You'll only look ugly.'
Do you like me with more weight? Do you like my body when it's big in the right places? What can I do? It's not like I wanted to lose weight in the first place.
Is her body as good as mine? Is she better at it than I am?
Yours forever, even if you doubt it. Lily."
