the final letter.
1:58 AM

Dear you,
I used to love receiving your letters. They were always full of happiness. They always made me laugh.
This time, I'm not looking forward to receiving your letters at all. Because I know what you're gonna say. I know exactly what you're gonna say. And why you're taking so long to say it.
If I told you that I knew, and I know everything you mean to say, can you not write this letter? Can you just leave it be?
Maybe the postman will misplace your letter and so I'll never get my answer.
But wait, even if I don't read your letter, I've already got my answer.
So please.
Love,
Me