Exspes

I finally decided to write something to you.

And as I looked at the words written on my computer screen I really had the urge to throw my laptop across the room. I ran my hand through my hair, stress of course.

Dear Walt

I miss you, I truly do.

I know I was the one who, who wanted to end this... I don't want to talk about us I want to talk to you. It’s been 5 months since we last talked to each other and I really really really miss you. How is it over there have you graced someone else with your goodness?

I remember this one time our psych teacher made us look at an image black and white and I remember you told me you saw angels and I looked at you like you had a third head because I saw bats. Later I learned that the 'bats' were the demons.

I get up from my bed, the anger build up takes control of my body and on my way out I slam anything that I can. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry because I let him go.