Love,
If I could convey the sound of me screaming at the top of my lungs out of pure frustration while sitting in my car, I would. But, unfortunately there is no onomatopoeia for that except AHHHHHHHH and I don't think that one is dramatic enough. Love, you may be wondering what has happened that would merit such a reaction. Let. Me. Tell. You.
Nothing happened, literally nothing I just needed to scream life is so annoying but I don't want to like commit murder on myself or anything its not that. I would just, very politely and respectfully, like it to stop for one minute and let me breathe. Anyways Peach and I are going to the beach again, this time without Cheese because he was chasing seagulls and children around the entire time, it wasn't very relaxing at all. So we're going to a secluded beach tonight without those pesky patrol cars so we can smoke a couple blunts and actually relax.
There's this place by the beach where we got matching rings a couple years ago, well probably go there and get some more because duh. I wish I could see her more often than every couple months but we're growing up and unfortunately with school and everything that means we're also growing apart. She's still my best friend. Our bond is still there; the distance just makes everything rough. I know she'll be excited to see me again because I am already excited to see her and I haven't even packed my bags yet.
It'll be a relief to be back home, I think that's some of what I miss most is just being there. The air breathes differently, sleep sleeps differently, everything is so much better there. I can't wait until I can build that feeling again for myself. Whether it's back home or a new place that I'll make home. At some point in this life everything will suddenly be shifted. I am already not at the kids table anymore, instead I'm the adult that's helping them tie their shoes and learn new things. I am no longer the kid running around the family party getting yelled at by the parents, but I'm not a parent either so it's kinda just this weird limbo between milestones. Next, who knows, maybe I will be the one to host Christmas dinner (potluck style of course). We will see where life takes me.
-P ♡
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Letters to Love
RomanceThis novelita follows the inner feelings of a young writer who is experiencing love in a different light for the first time. This is accomplished through a series of letters written to 'Love' by the writer (the main character, I suppose). 'Love' in...
