dear leah,

letter two.

March 8 

Dear Leah,

         just only one hour and it's going to be another day. time really do flies that fucking fast, right? it feels like it was yesterday when you were here with me, in my bed (well we didn't really did anything nasty or whatsoever, we just slept) you were holding my hand and yes, it was dark but i can feel your eyes gazing at mine and you're smiling at me. we weren't thinking, we didn't care, we just tuned the world out. it was just you and me, baby. you and me.

i can't sleep, love. i curse my mind for thinking too much. maybe right now, you're in a different bed, with your different boyfriend. it's not me anymore, and it will never be. 

in a different dimension, if we're still together there, if things were much more different, i'd do anything to be in that world because then, i'd have you.

                                                                                              Yours,

                                                                                             Timothy