Dear Jack,
I went to your house today. You were in your room crying because he hurt you again. Your dad left you.
I guess that bruise on your eye was the last thing he gave you. What a good fucking goodbye present.
You said you broke up with your boyfriend. I guess I can now write ex boyfriend.
God, that feels so good.
You're asleep right now. I have the urge to climb right next to you. I might just do that.
I'm right next to you now. I think you know because your hand is brushing against my hip.
I hate to say this but
I love you so much
