dear john,
there was this one time when i really needed you.
you weren't answering, but i really needed someone. if i'm honest, i was suicidal that night. not that i did anything. i'm sixty-three days clean, by the way.
and, eventually, you got my messages, but i'd turned my phone off because that's what i do when i'm too sad.
and when i woke up the next morning, there were four missed calls and six unread messages.
and i don't know, john, but i found that really sweet. and i love you for that.
love, me.
