dear phil ;; phan

16th of december

Dear Phil,

You're mad at me.
I'm mad at myself.
I want to be mad at you,
but I can't.
I love you too much.
It's not fair.
Why were we fighting,
Phil? I hate when we fight.
And I know for a fact that
you hate it too.
I've never seen you so angry.
It was quite scary, if I'm being
honest.
I'm sorry for what I did.
I couldn't help myself.
And now you're not talking to me.
I miss your voice.
I miss your face.
I miss you.

Dan.