dear leah,

letter eight.

March 18

Dear Leah,

         can't you see i'm hurting? no literally, i'm hurting while writing this letter. sorry for the blood stains on this sheet. i don't know what's gotten into me. it hurts so bad, leah. my hand, my head, my heart, my body... everything hurts so fucking bad. i want you so bad. i want you beside me. i need you. i wish i could turn everything right. god knows when you're with me, you're happy, you're more cheery, you're yourself. i want you to hold my hand, hold it as if you're afraid to let it go. i want you to kiss me, kiss me as if you want every moment to last. i want you to love me, never stop, as if you're giving everything you can. call my name, because your sweet angelic voice never wore my ears out. 

i want everything of you. 

how will i ever get you again, sweetheart?

                                                                                              Yours,

                                                                                             Timothy

ps: can't write anymore. too much blood. sorry.