All The Reasons Why ✔️

Letter Eighteen

You were well put together. I was constructed on a drunken night.

You were satin. I was rough around the edges.

You spoke in ripples, gentle and sweet in the water. And I spoke in waves, roaring and tearing things apart.

You were grace. Effortless beauty. And I couldn't help but tear you apart until there was nothing left for you to do but scream at God and ask him why.

He never did answer.

We weren't meant to be together. We would never have worked. But damn if we didn't try.

Aidan