letters to you

letter five.

letter five.

i found that beer.

oh yeah.

dear you,

i found that beer.

i also found six shots of whiskey and three more beers.

i'm surprised i can even form coherent thoughts,
let alone write this.

but we both know i have a high tolerance for alcohol.

my fingers are shaking as i write this and the lettering is coming out sloppy.

just like our relationship.

did we even have a relationship?

i'd like to think so.

i have to go
before i confess my love for you.

in real life, i mean.

we all know i've confessed to you in letters,
but letters don't stare at me with wide, toffee brown eyes.
but then again,
neither do you.

not anymore.

-me

//

a/n

and there's the line from the cover :)

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