make-believe ─ joshler

real.

Dear Josh,

I remember holding hands on the way up the cliff top, your hand weightless against mine.

I told you that I loved you, and you said it back.

I thought this would be the perfect view, because you said you loved the trees. I always listened when you talked, no matter what you had to say. You talked about stars and trees and how you wanted to be in a band. I told you that was silly, and you asked why. I couldn't tell you that nobody could see you but me, so I just said because.

I asked you if you were happy, you said yes.

I wanted to make sure you were content, before I pushed you off the cliff. I didn't want you to go away sad, I wanted you to go away happy. I thought it was better than you going away with that lady that didn't really love you, not like I do.

You made such a strange sound when your body dropped, like a mfph and thud, followed by a loud scream, then no sound at all.

I said; thank you, for being such a great friend.

Then I walked home, basket in hand.

Sincerely,
Tyler.