As I read, I laugh.
I see the writer, same as I always have. And I read the jabs directed at me. Cute, really. I'm sure you will read this soon, writer. And, so, I write for you.
No matter what happens, I believe in you. You could shoot me and I'd still believe in you. I ALWAYS HAVE, you damn idiot.
Your writing is amazing. Small issues, like always. But when I read it, it comes alive. I may cry before the book is done, and you know why. I have seen what it was, and now I get to see what it has become. I fell in love with that character on day one, when he was in a notebook and the female lead was based on her.
Things went bad, and that's on me. I get it. I am the worst person on Earth and in the universe. I don't need the fighting to know that. Actually, I quite enjoy it, for once.
Because of what is there, you could be in China and I could touch your hand. Creepy, yes, but that's just the way it is. I have no faith in anything anymore, except one thing. YOU. You jerk. You've done unspeakable things (so have I), yet it's still right there.
I remember every stupid little thing about you. I haven't seen you in years, or heard your voice, but I remember. I remember college. I remember Fishy Kisser. And the worst things ever. Still very unfair. I remember the longest bike ride ever. And Vampire games that don't exist anymore.
I was there. I'll continue to be there, in one form or another. And I will believe in you, no matter what. So believe in yourself, or I'll pee on your shoes. (You know why, you dick.)
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