💌
what my muse would say about yours.
💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours.
a scrap of paper, a shaking hand, a moment of delirious homesickness. perfect recipe to a letter he will never, ever be able to send. but his pride would keep him from sending it, even if he had the means.
bobby ---
i miss you, but you’ve gotta know that, right ?? it’s different missing you now, though. a lot different. i don’t know when i’m going to be home, if i’m ever going to be home. i don’t even know if you’ve noticed i’m gone for real.
i want to see you again, real bad. i hope i get to.
i love you.
i love you.
i’m sorry i’m a fucking dick to you. this is bullshit, rambling nonsense. i miss you. i promise you’re the first person i’m gonna come see when i’m out of this bullshit.
--- john.
