febuary 6th

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this is hard to do. I don't know what to say. but I know I want to talk to you. I want to hear your laugh again. I call your phone at least twelve times a day. I somewhat expect you to pick up. even though I know you won't. in some ways I'm really mad at you. I told you to stop drinking but you never did. I blame myself more than anyone. how did I possibly not see this coming? sometimes I wonder what your last thought was. god I hope it wasn't fear.

love you for always,
Jordan

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