To Jon,
I miss you like crazy, baby boy. I miss everything about you. I miss the way you'd curl up around me when we're asleep. I miss the way you would gently snore. I miss the way you'd pester me if you wanted something. I miss the taste of your skin. I miss fucking everything. I just want to wake up next to you again.
I'm so alone now. I'm sorry, Jon. I couldn't fucking help it. I've been diagnosed with depression but the doctor said it's no surprise considering my parents deaths and losing you. You haven't missed anything, just another boring week feeling sorry for myself. I hope you're well and healthy. Write back?
I love you more than words can say
Ben xxx
YOU ARE READING
Without you, I'm nothing
RomanceThis is an alternate sequel to the story Finding Myself. I never wrote a blurb for it....