Dear Ballerina Boy,
How are you? I hope you're good.
I am glad you had a nice time at your wedding, which I did not attend; thanks for the invite though. You and Luke finally tied the knot which is a bit weird to say, I must admit.
I am a bit confused though. You called me about 15 minutes ago, screaming at me through the phone about how it was disrespectful to not come to your tacky wedding. Screaming slowly turned into a light sob, you said you missed me and wished that it was me waiting for you at the alter rather than Luke. Too bad you fucked up, or it would have been me rather than him.
You and Luke are on your honeymoon in Idlza, am I correct? Good for you, its hot there; do me a favor and stay there to burn please.
On a different note, Michael and I's 1 year anniversary is tomorrow. I love him. I love him so, so much. I love him just as much as I loved you. Maybe a little more, if I am honest. I guess its because you aren't worth the pain that he is.
Its okay though, because at the end of the day you fucked up and now I am free.
I hope you and Luke stay together for a very, very long time.
I wish you both happiness.
Ashton xx
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Ballerina Boy ➵ Cashton
PoetryHis voice in this room, like shadows on walls, I imagine him on the other side of the door His words, his voice, his touch, At the start, the end, and in the middle Strange how it mattered so...
