Love Annalise

Eight

Dear J,

I woke up on a Saturday morning with Aaron's arms wrapped around me.

He was holding me tight.

Like if he let go I would disappear.

He held me tight to his chest.

So tight that I can feel the rise and fall of his chest.

I'm still wearing his shirt.

It smells like his cologne and it comforts me.

He said I could have it.

We went to your favorite diner for breakfast.

I had my usual.

This time I ordered the milkshake you always got.

We went there so regularly--you and me--that the waitress gave me a skeptical look when I ordered it.

She obviously knew.

Dad called me today.

He said he was sorry.

He said he was sorry about leaving and about losing you.

He said it was rough on him too.

I can't believe him.

He thinks I'm going to apologize after what he did?

I don't think so.

Although, I can't really think right now.

My mind is like a black hole.

Stuffs goes in but noting comes out.

Like stuff goes in one ear and out the other.

Aaron understands when I don't want to talk.

Or get out of bed.

I'm really depressed right now.

I don't want to do anything without you.

But yet.

Aaron clears my head and makes my brain functional.

That's why I love him so much.

I want my stuff right now.

And you.

Miss you.

Love,
Annalise