Dear Myke
i called you this morning to wake you. i know a kiss is much better. what you don't realize is that while i softly melting at the sound of your voice, my guts were creeping into my throat as a read what you wrote early this morning. i know you love me but lately im not so sure you believe me as much. he['s just a friend myke, and always has been. i keep his friendship because he's done nothing for me to turn that away. i can't help what i say when i'm sleeping. we'll never know why i say those names. never. when you sleep you squeeze me tightly and rub on my fresh tattoos. you move when your arm falls asleep and pull me closer when i roll away. i've watched you and i know. it is a beautiful thing. i didn't mean what i said yesterday. now i have to deal with the fact that the words came form my lips. appologies don't cure pain, they just help put a bandaid on the deep wound. but i am sorry myke. you mean the world to me. please don't write like you think it is ending. just tell me that it isn't and hold me like you used to. i love you. you are my world.
xox
haylee
xox
haylee