make-believe ─ joshler

werent

Dear Josh,

I made us food made of air, packed in a make-believe picnic basket, so we could dine likes kings on your last day here. You slipped out of the window of the house, like you always did.

With your hair tangled, and your cloths dirty, but full of smiles.

I told you I had something planned, you looked so thrilled .

"I love you a lot," you said.

"And I love you too," I replied.

I thought it was funny, loving something that wasn't real. I didn't say that, because you know how much I hated seeing you cry those pretend tears.

Sincerely,
Tyler.