All The Reasons Why ✔️

Letter Twenty-Seven

Truth: You're beautiful when you're angry.

Your forehead crinkles and suddenly there's a fire in your brown eyes that wasn't there before. You were never a fighter, much more of a lover. You have more compassion than anyone I have ever met, and you give yourself to people in a way I have never seen.

But when you get mad, I swear Hell would be envious of the fire in your eyes.

I used to not make you angry, but then again I used to not pop pills. I started yelling at you over the simplest things simply because it had been too long since my last high.

At first, you wouldn't do anything back. You'd stare at me while I screamed and threw things around as if I was a toddler and you were allowing me to finish my tantrum in hopes it's tired me out.

But I kept getting meaner and meaner, and you stopped caring. You'd scream right back at me, but never once did you ever insult me. I guess you loved me too much.

Whenever I saw you light up like that it made me want to kiss you. And I did every time. But you were so angry that you kissed me back so hard it hurt us both.

Then our clothes would be on the ground and my hands would be on your waist. And when your head was on my chest it felt like I could finally breathe again. Like the fog in my head had lifted and I didn't need those pills anymore.

But that feeling didn't last long.

Aidan