twenty-two april
one : thirty-five p.m.

it's her and i knew it was her and i knew there had to be something, somebody else, everything was wrong and now it hurts more than ever. i copied your letters and cut them up into bite sized chunks so no one would have to handle it all at once.

and they'll stay up late and talk like we used to. and they'll sneak out for midnight walks like we used to. and they'll drive and drive and try to get lost like we used to.

and he'll tell her everything he told me.