DROWNING

night forty

[only 10 parts left....]

i was reading our letters.

you know, from last summer,

when you had to leave,

and you couldn't afford to have a phone.

and we just wrote.

i found a letter that i wrote to you,

(or i'm asuming it was to you...)

but it was one i never

sent.

and i think i was mad at you.

i don't know why i wrote it.

i can't remember the reason.

but there's no address on the envelope and

no stamp neither.

i opened it

and i was suprised that i hadn't written it to you at all.

it was in your handwriting harry.

your fucking handwriting.

did you leave it on purpose?

are you trying to make this harder for me?

i want to hate you.

i want to hate you.

but i can't.

and i'm beginning to hate myself for it.

people change,

and often become the person

they said they never will be.