Writing Letters [completed // editing]

| letter sixteen april 1 2000 |

"There are a whole lot of things in this world of ours that you haven't started wondering about yet." 

                                        ~old green grasshopper [james and the giant peach] 

Dear Angel, 

I still remember that picnic that we had. Underneath the shade of a willowy tree, the light being cast in a strange way upon your face, you still looking good as ever. 

"So, Ash," you said, starting off the conversation. You had rolled onto your side to look at me, a faint smile on your face. 

"What exactly is schizophrenia?" 

"Well, it's basically I have trouble seeing what is real and what is not. I go through isolation problems, short-attention spans, and sometime see things that aren't there. Like hallucination. I've been taking medication for a while though." 

You had chewed on the inside of your mouth, before slowly leaning in and kissing me softly. 

I'm smiling stupidly and touching my lips while writing this, treasuring that perfect moment. 

Thank you, Angel. 

As always, 

Ash 

oh geez, i love you all. it is literally the best feeling, getting all these followers and shit. 

ily all sooooooo much. 

toodles xx