Writing Letters [completed // editing]

| letter six october 12 1999 |

"I'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours."

~the cheshire cat

Dear Angel,

I miss you.

I hate you.

I love you for helping me.

I hate you for helping me.

We haven't properly talked since you stormed into my apartment, and I've been trying to get my head around the fact that someone, you of all people, wants to help me. I'm just going to give you a warning because I think you deserve to know what you're getting into. I'm not "an easy lay", most nights I come home drunk. I get into fights, and piss people off. But if you can stick around, then I will respect you for that. As I go to put this in my mailbox, I'm sure I will pause slightly, before continuing my actions. Can I tell you a secret?

I have never let anybody in before. Ever.

So why I'm trusting a stranger with all the secrets that I keep, I have no clue.

Please, please, please, don't let me down, Angel.

As always,

Ash

This is a short Authors note, I want to thank everybody who took the time to fan me, vote, read, comment, the works. It really means a lot to me to see that somebody fanned, or left a nice comment, or added my story to a reading list. SO. Thank you again. This dedication goes to bellweather, for her amazing story/writing, "beep".

Muah, muah, love you!