Status: ongoing.

I'll Never Let You Go

Four.

Dearest Rhia,
I'm sorry its been so long, tours been hectic. You know how it is, sleep all day, do a show, get plastered, repeat. Then again, you don't know. You know getting up a 9, coming to band practise and spending the evening at the pond. I think I'll go there when we get back. Remember how we used to stay there all night? We'd fall alseep on the blanket, looking at the stars, talking about nothing. It's where you first told me you love me. Or loved me, at least. Your mum hated me me for weeks when you came home without your shoes and grass-stains on your dress. She thought we'd been, well, yeah. We hadn't though. We made a bet on who could run the length of the pond quickest, but couldn't decide on a winner, so you play-fought me until I let you win. I miss those nights. I miss you.
Yours, always,
Josh
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