✉ idc who
for topanga,
i don’t know why i’m writing this. i know as soon as you see who wrote this, you’ll rip it up and not even bother with trying to read out what i have to say. but, i’m not good with talking. i’m not good with words or whatever. i mean, i can talk about band stuff for hours on hours in interviews or whatever, but when it comes to you? i don’t ever know what to say or how to say it. the truth is, i don’t want you to move on. i don’t want you to find someone else. that was such a shit thing for me to say, but i said it and i regret it. i don’t want you to go out and try to find someone when you already have me. you’ll always have me, topanga. right now, it might not seem like it. we’re in a rough patch and it sucks that it got like this, but no matter how hard i try, no matter how mean i can get towards you: there’s no way i could ever really get over you. it’s like when you were little and the kid next to you ate the last graham cracker and you got so mad about it? you’re the cracker in that scenario. i don’t want anyone else to have you. that was a really bad comparison, i apologize. but, i know i have to let you go. i know that there’s no way i could ever support you the way you need it. so, that’s why i’m writing you this letter. from now on, when i’m in town, i won’t text you. i won’t call ever and i will just leave you alone. i will give you what you want and i will let you do as you so please. but all i ask of you is that you stay safe and just respect yourself. you’re worth more than you give yourself credit for.
x,ash.
