dear tate (experience my pain)
Dear Tate,
I think about you a lot. I always had - you had that kind of a presence, ever since I met you. You were always in the back of my head.
It’s weird, living in the same space as you. Not bad, just weird. I don’t think I ever thought we would get here. I figured the lake was all we were ever going to get.
This feels a lot like a second chance.
I’m fucking terrified of it.
But we’ll figure it out.
Mattie











