dear leah,

letter six.

March 12

Dear Leah,

            my sister woke me up earlier, she said i was screaming your name at the top of my lungs and that i was crying, well that's got to be the reason why i woke up with wet cheeks. (no shit, sherlock) i didn't know that could be possible, you know? even in my dreams, you're still there. when am i going to escape you? 'cause it's so damn hard in this situation of mine. 

'Are you okay?'

i just smiled at her and said, 'Is that a rhetorical question?'

'No really, Tim. Are you going to be okay?'

sighing, 'I don't even know anymore, do you think i'm going to be alright, Liz?'

she grinned while nodding slowly, 'It's not for me to decide that but i think so.'

'When?'

'When you finally decide to let her go, silly.'

                                                                                              Yours,

                                                                                             Timothy