Letters for Muscles
March 21
My Dearest Muscles,
I neglected to mention that Chandler got us massages yesterday.
Yes, I got one.
It was actually pleasant. You know, once I got over the fact that somebody was manipulating my scarred back with their hands.
The first thunderstorm of the season was today. I didn’t like it one bit, Muscles. Avery was there, but I wished it was you. I miss the way you held me when they started. I miss you so much.
I spend the days in my office, now. I hide from the world. I know they’re checking on me, but I need my own space.
I don’t even have my own life together. I don’t know what they want from me.
The tears have hit me again.
I’ve been trying to block out the fact that you aren’t here, but something always brings it back.
I’m still floored when I recall how we loved each other so. I can still feel you here, Muscles.
Love,
Blondie
I neglected to mention that Chandler got us massages yesterday.
Yes, I got one.
It was actually pleasant. You know, once I got over the fact that somebody was manipulating my scarred back with their hands.
The first thunderstorm of the season was today. I didn’t like it one bit, Muscles. Avery was there, but I wished it was you. I miss the way you held me when they started. I miss you so much.
I spend the days in my office, now. I hide from the world. I know they’re checking on me, but I need my own space.
I don’t even have my own life together. I don’t know what they want from me.
The tears have hit me again.
I’ve been trying to block out the fact that you aren’t here, but something always brings it back.
I’m still floored when I recall how we loved each other so. I can still feel you here, Muscles.
Love,
Blondie