Hey Letters,
“I need a back massage. And I’m hungry. And I’m lonely without you.” Oh baby, I miss you too. I love giving you those massages, I love feeling your warmth under my fingers and beside me when we lie in bed together. Oh sweetheart, Letters, Letty, I think we have something really good together. Or we had. These past few months, we’ve been kinda drifting apart, you know? We didn’t see each other all summer and that made me realize, I think we’re maybe not meant for each other after all.
Don’t be upset, baby; I don’t wanna hurt you. You are so perfect. Letty, it’s not you; it’s me. You are amazing, so caring, always interested in what I have to say. You make me feel so interesting. But I’m sorry: I’m not as interesting as you want me to be. You’re constantly telling me to write to you, but baby, I just don’t know what to say. I just can’t live up to your expectations. I’m sorry, baby.
You remember when you caught me giving a massage to Sophia? And I told you it was because of her sore back? And when you found us in bed together and we told you we were just sleeping together because we were really tired? And when we had our mouths together and she told you I was just giving her CPR? Yeah, we lied. Sophia and me, we have something going on, it kinda took off this summer. I’m so sorry, Letty; I had to tell you sometime.
So c-ya baby, I’m so sorry things don’t work out with us. I know you’ll find someone perfect, someone who’s meant for you.
Reader
P.S. Sophia says hi.
Sam Baker
U1 Mathematics & Economics (Joint Honours)