Random Comedy

To david

D.V.,
I wanted to tell you that i didn't mean what i did. Like an amazing writer of our time, Tekashi69, one said,"I don't even know, like why i did that." I wanted to say that i still love you and I'm sorry that i ruined everything. You truly cared about me and i was so blind to that fact, calling you names behind your back and always threatening to leave you. I will not say sorry for calling your brother a fag, simply because he is. I always look at you and wonder what you thought that faithful Tuesday when big mouth Rudolph  told you the truth. I wanted to say that i wish i could talk to you again, making weird ass jokes and me having my leg between yours and your hand on my thigh, while the fag, Micheal, played XXXTENTACION after school in the quad. I want to go back to those days, even though i always kept in my mind,"don't get attached, he'll just leave you." What a change of the scriptures when it was, in fact, me whom left you. It was me who kissed Cole at 4:06 in the basketball court. I just want you with me again even though i know it will never happen. Now, i sit in my grandmothers brown futon, the future crime scene, with bottles of old pain pills in my hands. I look at the medication in my palms, deciding whether or not to write a note. Considering this letter exists, let's assume that i said yes. As i watch the ending of Baby Driver play on my flickering samsung television, i tell myself,"All I want for Christmas is you."

Yours truly,
D.M.