Letter 43

Dear, You

Last night I insisted on climbing that damn tree. I should have done it before the beer though. I couldn’t see you or them from the other side of that big sappy trunk. And I still couldn’t see you when I fell. I yelled out in laughter but also in pain. My yelps made passerby’s stop and that made you shush me. I fucking hate it when you shush me. You thought I was OK and being dramatic, and I was trying not to cry. You laughed at me being a brat for you being a brat so I laughed too. I hurt my lip on your mouth on the couch, but it was worth it. It was hot, you’re hot. Thank you for holding me last night, I needed it. I love you. I hope you realize that just like that tree, I won’t give up. It may have taken three tries, a sprained ankle, cuts and scrapes, but I did it. I love you, and the same goes for us; Every cut and scrape and fall and fight, it’s worth it, and I will always climb.

Love, Me