Fuck.
That's all I can say.
Fuck.
Fuck you for coming to town.
Fuck you for being handsome.
Fuck you for being funny.
Fuck you for being nice.
Fuck you for making friends with me.
Fuck you for being there through my break up.
Fuck you for calling me "honey" and "hun."
Fuck your stupid brown eyes and fuck your tan skin. Fuck your dip. Fuck your muscles. Fuck your hair. Fuck your necklace. Fuck your boots. Fuck your backpack. Fuck your welding. Fuck your smile. Fuck your giggle. Fuck your voice. Fuck your jokes. Fuck your height. Fuck your shirts.
Fuck Tennessee.
Fuck you for not saying goodbye.
Fuck you for leaving.
I fucking miss you.
I fucking love you.
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Letters to No One
No FicciónLetters to people who have either badly hurt me or made my life better. No in between.
