Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning

The Last Love Letter

I can't stop thinking about reaching out to you. But I wish you'd reach for me first.
I've been waiting since Sunday.
Last last last Sunday.
Me fighting to gain a man's attention I love has never gotten me anywhere good.
Obviously, or I wouldn't be in this situation currently.
I can't stop myself from wanting to write you a letter.
I've never been able to accept a relationship has ended until I've spilled my feelings out over text or pen.
It's my last call hoping for them or hoping for closure.
I haven't written you my letter of ending.
I'm so scared to lose you.
I'm so scared to lose someone I've already lost.