Letters To April

Another day, Another regret.

Dear April,
I messed up. I went out with Dave. I knew I shouldn't have. He persuaded me to drink. I was drunk off my ass by the time we left the bar. He wanted me to drive. I refused. He got mad and punched me. We fought in the parking lot of the bar. I think he broke my nose.
When I woke up this morning my fists were numb. Three years without that poison and I ruined it. I didn't get behind the wheel of a car though. I called a cab. I couldn't drive. Even drunk I could still feel the pain of losing you.
I miss you, April. I want you to come home. So does Pugsley.
Love, Josh.