Letters for Muscles
March 17
My Dearest Muscles,
It was an alright day as far as the Brotherhood goes, and I was okay for awhile. I was in tears by the time I made it into my room.
That’s how quickly the sobbing starts. Split-seconds pass between feeling okay and feeling like I can’t breathe.
It just hits me like a truck.
I walk into my room and remember you’ll never be there.
When I’m out, I listen for the rev of your car and the sound of the garage door rolling up when you come home from work.
You aren’t here.
You won’t be here ever again.
That absolutely destroys me.
I miss you.
I love you,
Blondie
It was an alright day as far as the Brotherhood goes, and I was okay for awhile. I was in tears by the time I made it into my room.
That’s how quickly the sobbing starts. Split-seconds pass between feeling okay and feeling like I can’t breathe.
It just hits me like a truck.
I walk into my room and remember you’ll never be there.
When I’m out, I listen for the rev of your car and the sound of the garage door rolling up when you come home from work.
You aren’t here.
You won’t be here ever again.
That absolutely destroys me.
I miss you.
I love you,
Blondie