Here we are with letter number three. Third time is the charm right? I sure hope so, otherwise I’m going to start feeling like a stalker.
I actually don’t know what to say … I was so sure you would have called by now, even if just to tell me to stop. Then I thought once I had you on the phone I’d talk you into seeing me. I remember how much you used to like my voice and I was ready to use it. You called it a weapon once, I wonder if you meant that or were jut blowing smoke, practising a little hyperbole to use your fancy literary term.
How were the peaches? Have you saved my ice cream? Hope you like today’s gift. I’m not giving up Sienna and I’ll send as many letters as I have to to prove it to you.
I feel like I’m dying without you. You’re killing me softly with each moment you ignore me, little by little, day by day. So many wasted seconds without you, so many moments missed. And the worst thing? It’s self inflicted. All my own stupid fault.
Wont you put me out of my misery, please?