june 17, 1960

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dear neil,

charlie didn't show, but it wasn't all too bad. the party was okay. my mood was ruined after charlie didn't come. i hoped he would be fashionably late but he never showed up.

i hate to stop a letter halfway through but i need to find charlie. he's another piece of myself that i'm missing. maybe he's home, but if not i'm taking my dad's car to that school. he needs to know that we're okay. i need to know that he's okay.

~

neil, if you could've seen him. he was home. i opened the front door and he was there. i wanted to cry. i wanted to sob, but he beat me to it. there i was on his doorstep holding him like glass. i wanted to stay. we needed to catch up but if my parents found out, i'd be sent somewhere dreadful. he told me he never got the letter. i'm assuming one of his parents intercepted it.

he looked so relieved, baby. i wish he could come back.

love,
toddy

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