Letter 86

Dear You,

I came to you just days after our night of dancing and laughing.

Good pepperoni pizza

Good oak floor

midweek

then silence

nothing

i fucking hate you

except I don’t.

I sent you a video I made

the night I moved from our apartment

we made into a home.

It made you cry.

and you let me know.

You asked me if I hate you, really hate you.

Instead of just what I’d say

when I’d hate how hard you’d made me laugh

or how hard I loved you in the past

I said no.

I could never hate you like that,

but some days I feel like you are really fucking testing that.

I think, you think I will always be here,

waiting.

But no one waits for winter’s storm

They wait for the cold to disappear,

to fade away

into warm.

Love, Me