𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚

love letters from me to you.

my darling dear,
how i miss the conversation we
had at the bus stop. it wasn't
raining like it is in my heart, my
ribcage shaking with a thunder
storm similar to the one that i
provided an umbrella to you for.
when you cried, my dear, my
heart fell from my shaking ribcage
and escaped through my eyes along
with you. when i visited you, you
looked tired. maybe it was the fog
on the glass or your muffled voice
through the telephone. but i knew
i had to help you. when i go tonight
to unchain the bars on your window,
will you shoot me?

— love letters from me to you.