dear ashton ;; ashton irwin a.u

and i'm afraid that i might be losing you

friday october 2nd, 2015

dear ashton,

my hands are still pink and red from the two hundred and fifteen dyed daisy bouquet's i made all on my own yesterday, since nobody else was working. apart from making all those bouquet's myself, i was helping costumers. my shift started at nine-thirty yesterday morning and ended at five-thirty, although i didn't get out till quarter to ten, and i wasn't home till half past eleven because i got on the wrong bus. i wish i could have called you to come pick me up. but that's not possible.

i always seemed to get on the wrong bus after i had a long shift. and when i'd call you to come pick me up because i had no more money to catch the right bus, you wouldn't hesitate to say yes because you didn't want me walking all the way across town by myself. if only you would call me or text me even email me. god dammit if you wanna stoop so low just dm me on twitter or something. even write a fucking letter like this and i'd be happy. because then i'd know you haven't forgotten about me.

i'm just afraid that i might be losing you. that right there. is my worst fear. it's not being alone in the dark anymore because i have no one to call when i've had a nightmare, so i'v gotten used to that. but my biggest and worst fear is that i might be losing you.

sincerely,
alaska.

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the next letter might shock you.

sorry for any spelling + grammar mistakes

-kenny