Dearest,
Heartbreaker.
I must admit I was crying when I wrote the last letter.
and perhaps I must admit I drank a whole bottle of vodka
to try and get rid of the feeling your mouth brought to mine.
I can't forget you.
My mouth has been so lonely since you left that
I've been kissing bottles of vodka instead of your lips.
I always thought it was cool how the empty bottles
of vodka represented the way you felt inside and no one else noticed.
I think I just miss you.
I see you everyday but I physically miss you.
I also hate you.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
I hate a lot of things about you.
I think I actually hate all of you.
every single part.
-me
YOU ARE READING
Dearest, Heartbreaker.
Short StoryA collection of letters dedicated to you. The one and only, heartbreaker. In where a girl suffering from unrequited love writes her lover a series of letters expressing her feelings towards him. (Short story)
