Dear Sophia,
I love you. I’m so ashamed about yesterday. I feel terrible.
I feel really terrible. My body feels terrible. I don’t know how people feel like this every weekend. It doesn’t make any sense. I feel awful. I haven’t been able to move all day. I got up to get some water because my insides felt all hot and dry but the second the water hit my throat I knew I wouldn’t make it. It came straight back out.
My body feels broken. It doesn’t work anymore. It feels old and ruined and melting. My head is pounding. I know what that means now. It’s the sort of thing people say but now I really know. It’s pounding. It’s too much. Every few seconds I have to stop and breathe and close my eyes. It just keeps going. I need you to make me feel better.
I promise you I won’t do that again. I won’t drink anymore. I’m not an alcoholic. I promise. This isn’t a normal thing for me. Even if I didn’t have a responsibility to you I still wouldn’t drink. This feeling isn’t worth anything. I don’t want to let you down. I’m so glad it’s not a weekday. Imagine if I couldn’t make it to you. You wouldn’t want to see me like this.
I haven’t thought about yesterday much. I can’t think for very long. I just feel bad. That’s all I can feel. My head can’t put things together properly. I just feel bad. I feel bad for you and bad in my body and bad about the letter just bad bad bad. I won’t let this happen again. I’m apologising to you now and promising I won’t do anything like this again. This is the sort of thing he would do. I promise you there isn’t anything to worry about. This won’t happen again. I can’t take it.
I love you.
Yours,
Andrew
YOU ARE READING
Yours
RandomAndrew is fresh out of university. He has a reasonable education and a reasonable degree to show for it. With his mother passing shortly before his graduation, Andrew returns home to find the house he grew up in empty. Andrew does not have family an...
