Letter 12
Dear L,
You were the thing that kept me sane for so long. You never pried when I was broken and I liked that. Being your friend was one hell of a rollercoaster but I wouldn't trade in that for anything. I called you fire for a while because you reminded me of dynamite that just wanted to explode when you were angry. I know how insecure you are about so many things and I need you to stop. It's going to be impossible but trust me. When people are hurling insults at you while you're hurling them at yourself too, it's a lot easier to let yourself go. It's just like ice. One wrong move and you slip and fall. If you let yourself go it's like you fall until you just don't want to get up anymore.
You are the greatest,
Z.
