Letter

Cassie,
I’m shit with words. Everything comes out so.. crap. But, I’ve been doing some thinking, and everything is getting clearer. The thing is, Cass, I’ve woken up this morning and the sun’s shining through the window and it’s making me think of you. Cassie, it’s not right you hiding away in that clinic. You’ve got to get out in the world. Cassie, I don’t care if you think you’re odd. Because I feel like singing when I see you. And you’re beautiful. And I’ve been a fucking chapstick these past few weeks, and all I want to do this morning is sit on top of Brandon hill and hold you and tell you how wonderful you are, and.. I love you.