To Dylan

fifty-three

From Dylan:

i’m sorry belle

To Dylan:

uh oh, that’s not good. why are you sorry?

From Dylan:

i killed yang the butterfly last night

From Dylan:

i’m sorry.

To Dylan:

it’s okay dyl, really

From Dylan:

no it’s not okay! i killed the butterfly belle! i can’t even keep a stupid fucking drawing alive

To Dylan:

hey :( okay, so it’s not okay that you killed it. happy? but instead of thinking about that, why don’t you think about how long you kept it alive? it was what, fifteen, sixteen days? that’s two weeks babe. you did fantastic.

From Dylan:

why do you always try to make everything i do good? it’s not good no matter how you look at it, okay?

To Dylan:

why do you always try to make everything you do bad?

To Dylan:

i know it’s not good but you don’t just get better overnight and man, two weeks is a hell of a start cupcake

From Dylan:

did you just call me cupcake?

To Dylan:

i dunno, it depends on whether you like pet names or not

From Dylan:

pet names are cute

To Dylan:

then yes, i did call you cupcake, cupcake. but don’t think i don’t know that you’re changing the subject. but i’ll let it drop for now. can i visit you tomorrow, we’ll talk about it then?

From Dylan:

i kind of don’t want to talk about it :/

To Dylan:

then we don’t have to

From Dylan:

no, no, we can. just like, can we have lots of kisses first? maybe a little cuddling?

To Dylan:

whatever you’d like sunshine :)