11.08 pm
dear plusle,
i remember you getting drunk and tell me that you loved me, that you still love me. i told you that i love you too and you got mad. you thought i was saying it just because you were.
but that's not true. i could never say i love you and not mean it. i'll say it again and again and forever if you need me to.
i love you. i love you. i love you.
yours,
finn
YOU ARE READING
Letters to a Boy
Non-Fictionthese are open letters to a boy who means a lot to me but i can't contact him right now ↬ lowercase intended ↬ content of letters will vary, some may be triggering ↬ please keep in mind that this is not fictional; i will be using nicknames tho...
