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I don’t really write letters anymore, mostly because I don’t know what to say. But you, I miss you, I never stop thinking about you. I hope you see the messages I send you. I hope you know that I was never ever ashamed of you for any decision that you made, and I pray I always made you feel that way. You were always something to look up to for one reason or another. You are the most loyal bitch I have ever known. You were always a friend to me and you never, not one single time, made me feel judged. Something that I think is so rare and so fucking beautiful. When I broke down on the side of the road, I called you. When I needed to go spy on my ex, I called you. When that ex was something so painful I wouldn’t leave my dorm, you dragged me out to go grocery shopping with you. You took me on car rides, you blared music and sang with me, you answered when I called, you always cheered me on from the sidelines, no matter what. No matter what. You were the first friend I ever I said I love you too and the person who taught me that was okay to feel love for your friends. I miss you on my couch playing with my dogs, or gossiping on my bed with me, I miss you in the kitchen while I make you a sandwich (fuck the patriarchy). You created some of my best memories and you were there for the worst moments in my life, how does one ever repay debt like that? I hope you remember me for all the times that I was there and none of the times that I wasn’t. I hope you know how much I love you. I hope you remember me always down to have an adventure with you, I hope you remember me singing to you on a bus for eight hours straight because you were crying and sad, you are the only human who will ever hear me sing an ICP song or songs if we’re honest. I hope you remember me laughing with you because no single human in this life has ever been as funny as you. I hope you remember being welcome into my home with open arms no matter what. I hope that if I ever have kids, they are so deeply wanted and that wherever you are, you’re one of those people wanting them. You are the reason that I am half the bitch I am and I miss you. 

Similar but Is It Different?

 

What’s your biggest secret,

Tell me your darkest thought,

How fucked up are you,

What’s your filthiest fantasy,

What are you too scared to tell,

Let me know your worst moment, 

What makes you unlovable,

Scared of yourself sometimes,

Show me your biggest demon,

Let me see your shame,

Tell me how you broke your heart,

Things you’re too sad to tell,

Tell me the things you’ve never told 

All your ugliness on display,

For me 

Fallout

 

Tell me all the boring things that you want me for,

Tell me that happiness is more than just you between my legs,

Tell me that I’m more than that,

Tell me how pretty I would be in the kitchen,

Tell me it’s exhilarating to be in the car with me, windows down,

Tell me you’d die to talk to me while I soak in the tub, 

Tell me that watching movies with me is the perfect ending to your night,

Tell me that I’m not something for you to get bored of,

Tell me there are things inside of you that want me forever,

Tell me that I’m a good fit for you outside of my body melding with yours,

Tell me you like to run errands around town with me,

Tell me how you’ll know life with me would be enough,

Tell me that I exist for you, outside of sex,

Tell me why you’d still be there in the ashes,

Tell me what you’d want from me, after the world burns 

What’s Your Dreams Made Of?

 

Whisper in my ear,

The filthiest things I have ever heard,

Swirl your fingers through my wetness,

Play with me for a while,

Don’t you feel how wet,

All for you,

All because of you,

Make me feel all of you,

So deep that it’s the best pain,

Fill me all the way,

Tie me down so I’m always open,

Blindfold me,

Tease me,

Heighten every sensation,

Collar me and make me,

Tell me where you want me,

Put me where you need me,

Hear me whimper,

Make me moan,

Point my mouth in the right direction,

Show me how much you want me,

Tell me what you want to do to me,

Treat me like I was made just for your pleasure 

Cue the Blink-182 Song

 

Promise me you’ll always come,

Come and save me,

Come and rescue me,

Come in me every night, 

Promise me you’ll always stay,

Stay around,

Stay in love with me,

Stay buried in me,

Promise me you’ll always want,

Want me as your last,

Want me and no one else, 

Want me on my knees for you,

Promise me you’ll always need,

Need to know me,

Need to look at me, 

Need to remember how I feel inside,

Promise me you’ll always come,

And I’ll be the last stop you’ll ever need 

Schrödinger's Cat

What’s the difference between love and obsession,

How do you tell the difference in your soul,

What’s another plaything to you,

A chase, a dance, a stalk,

Do you love something because you don’t have it,

Or do you love it because it’s crucial to you, 

Obsession feels like fire,

Yearning, wanting, needing,

Love is always alive until you have to look at it,

Do you want anything permanently,

Have you ever,

Am I beautiful until you possess me,

Then do I dull,

Hair not so shiny,

Laughter that’s not so musical, 

Sex that will never be as good,

No matter how much your hand wraps around my throat,

Or am I the never ending adventure,

Heart stopping and soul crushing,

How do you never notice anyone again