Letter 54

Dear You,

My English 1010 teacher taught us that we should never use the word hard, when meaning difficult. He said Rocks are hard. Well love seems hard these days. I feel like I resemble a roommate with lipstick, not your life lover soulmate. I only wear clothes dripping in apathy and I am an unraveling saggy thrifted sweater. I’m bound to be cold come winter. I chased you into the sun today in a mountain side. And still you feel so fucking far from me. I wish I wasn’t still mad at you, you know why. But I am. I am because you need to try a little harder. Scratch that, a lot harder. One day I will quit reaching for you, then what?

Love, me