Dear Phoenix,
I guess these words don’t mean much now. Maybe if I’d said them sooner, we wouldn’t be in this predicament. But I guess in my head, my theory unravelled to be ‘better late than never’.
God, Nix, I miss you so much. If I could conjure up a thousand words to say to bring you back, I would do it in a heartbeat. I’d say them over and over and over again.
I didn’t mean to scare you away. I really didn’t. But that seems to be the only thing I’m good at.
Scaring my loved one’s away.
Love, Louis
