Disillusionment - Matthew Daddario

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Dear Matthew,

In the picture I've put in the envelope with this letter, you're wearing a fuzzy hat.

It was one you had your mum buy you from a thrift shop in Cali, you begged and begged her for it and despite telling you it wouldn't fit you, she caved in and bought it anyway.

She was right of course, it didn't fit. No matter how many times you tugged and pulled, it wouldn't fit comfortably.

I'm pretty sure your blood flow to your brain slowed because you insisted on squishing it on your head for the walk through the woods.

After the walk you gave it to me because unlike your unrealistic description of "it does fit me" it didn't fit you, but it did me.

I've kept it ever since. Up until yesterday when I burnt it.

It was a disgustingly awful hat anyway Matthew.

Love Ivy.