"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." — Ernest Hemingway


To: magicpies@gmail.com

Fwd: Why must you read this?

To Andrew,

This is an easier way to tell you, uninterrupted, less eye contact. This is not a plea nor a plead. I can be myself around you. Companionship. I can’t do that with a lot of people. Time has passed. You need me no more. Not that I don’t think you’ll be happy with me. I will happy the crap out of you. You’re too patient, you don’t deserve me.

No expectation. This is a declaration of non-intention. Wait, you say, but you know I never can. Sorries have been mentioned more than enough; once again won’t hurt.

Note: Featured image above speaks Spanish.

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