Cherri

With the witch.

[witchesmailbox]

Garret,

I've spent every hour trying to think how to write this. Words don't spill from me with the effortlessness they did with you. I shouldn't care so much. This isn't art. This isn't poetry. Do pleas need to be beautifully worded? I don't think so, but this time I'd prefer to hide behind the formalities of tender phrases I should have told you in person.

But it's pointless.

I can only keep up the act for so long. I'd eventually revert back to the mess I've been since you've left. I go home and I knock at the door but you don't answer. I wake up at night and you're not there and I tell myself you're in another room. Just beyond the door. And I guess that's true, but now you're behind a door that I can't open and even if I did I know you wouldn't be there waiting for me. You said you couldn't exist without me. Then why did you have to go? You never thought the same was true for me? Because it is. It is. It was true for you and it's true for me and now I don't know how I possibly can- I'm sorry.

I'm getting off track. I'm writing this because I wanted to beg you not to forget us. Please. Please don't forget the things we did. Please don't forget what we had. Even if you can only remember the worst, I don't care. The memory of us existing together in some way is all I ask because I know that's the only way we can be together. Please remember us. Please remember me.

Please.

...is what wanted to say. Wanted. By the time I penned this, I realized how wrong I was. That's not what I want. That's not what I could ever ask of you. Please don't spend your next life, or the one after that, or the one after that, chasing a memory of someone you'll never know again.

Please just be happy next time.

That's all.

-Valin

✉️

[the-real-cherri-cola]

@val--velocity help

[the-real-cherri-cola]

@val--velocity there are like four cars coming my way I might need backup wait until I give the word

[the-real-cherri-cola]

@val--velocity there's a lot of exterminators out today, don't take Milo out. On my way back.

[val--velocity]

who tf is burning down my kitchen

[the-real-cherri-cola]

making breakfast for my beautiful wife

[the-real-cherri-cola]

do you still write poems

All the time.

[the-real-cherri-cola]

do you know why infinity boy is still posting? isn't he dead?

If you read his posts you'd see he scheduled them.

[the-real-cherri-cola]

QqqwwR

That’s from Milo. I think it means he loves you too. I know we need to work on his spelling.

Either that or he's asking me to let him take up the whole couch again. I don't know how he does it

[the-real-cherri-cola]

GO WRITE YOUR ESSAY, PONYBOY Love, V

I hate you

Love, Cola

[the-real-cherri-cola]

your sister died

What? Shit. Fuck

[the-real-cherri-cola]

one day the sun will set and you will be convinced that light will never touch your skin again, my darling. But there is still the shine of the stars, there is still the glow of the candles I would light for you, and there is still the spark of love in your eyes I know mine echo when you look at me. The dark is not forever, the sun always rises again in the morning. I will just hold your hand until it does.

[bli-leon]

It would be nice if they gave me specifically more carbon than the bounty the day I catch Velocity.

[the-real-cherri-cola]

I needed to laugh today, thanks

[the-real-cherri-cola]

mister cola its gonna be okay </3

I don’t know about that one, kid.

[the-real-cherri-cola]

”Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower;  But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.”

[the-real-cherri-cola]

(Static and silence for almost thirty seconds before he speaks) Uh. Hey, tumbleweeds. In case you haven't heard by now, Infinity boy was dusted just a few days ago. We're gonna miss him down here- (clears his throat before speaking again, voice shaky) but his shadow's gonna live on down here for as long as the sun shines. We have to keep fighting. Keep living. Keep remembering those who are gone. Keep your guns close.

[the-real-cherri-cola]

Hey, everybody. It's someone real special's birthday today, and he requested I play a song.

[val--velocity]

📻Stealing is one of my favorite hobbies, so now I'm gonna steal some airtime. 📻

"All you fucking lames, go Aiming at my name, know Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for"