My Side of the
Balcony, 11.4.13
Dear Levi,
Levi…
I don’t know
what to say to you today. You hurt me so badly last night. I don’t know. All I
feel is the pain. Staggering, rippling… pain. You could have shot me in the
chest with a sawed-off shotgun and not had such a deep, resounding impact.
How could one
boy, twenty seconds, and one look, make me lose my breath so badly? You
probably didn’t even realize. You probably didn’t even care. Truly, I am
nothing to you but dirt.
Your star,
Lost in the
sky somewhere,
Rigel
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