Letters to Jason #5
(noticeably more shaky handwriting)
Dear Jason
I want to know about you. I know I haven’t told you too much about me, and I want to tell you anything you want to know. I want to make sure we’re okay. I don’t really know where to begin though. I didn’t know your arm was broken when you were in hospital. I want to hear about everything. I do. I just, I’m not really used to talking that much. I don’t come from that kind of family, so it’s new. That’s you though. You bring so many new things to my life.
You make me happy. You. You baffle me, frighten me, worry me and occasionally infuriate me. And you make me happy. Like no one else ever has. You don’t know how much it means, you saying you want that life with me. I want it too. So much. I think about it a lot.
I want to write more but I’m tired and my head is aching. I’m trying, Jason. I really am. Because of you. I haven’t talked to anyone like you want me to. I’m trying, I promise. It’s so hard. My hands, they won't stop...
I love you. Always.
Eddie
Dear Jason
I want to know about you. I know I haven’t told you too much about me, and I want to tell you anything you want to know. I want to make sure we’re okay. I don’t really know where to begin though. I didn’t know your arm was broken when you were in hospital. I want to hear about everything. I do. I just, I’m not really used to talking that much. I don’t come from that kind of family, so it’s new. That’s you though. You bring so many new things to my life.
You make me happy. You. You baffle me, frighten me, worry me and occasionally infuriate me. And you make me happy. Like no one else ever has. You don’t know how much it means, you saying you want that life with me. I want it too. So much. I think about it a lot.
I want to write more but I’m tired and my head is aching. I’m trying, Jason. I really am. Because of you. I haven’t talked to anyone like you want me to. I’m trying, I promise. It’s so hard. My hands, they won't stop...
I love you. Always.
Eddie