Letters to Wyatt✔️

17

January 1st, 2016

Dear Wyatt,

Happy freaking new year to me. What better way is there to bring in 2016 than as an emotional wreck with a dead boyfriend?

I start college again soon, and I'm scared. Your absence keeps hitting me over and over again. You think I'd get used to it, but it still makes my chest ache deep inside. Who would want to start college in a foreign town without their best friend? Not me.

I went for another walk this morning at 5:30 A.M. It's funny how dead the town can be when they're all tired, hungover, and in bed. Me? I didn't do much drinking. I've never been much of a drinker; I just don't enjoy the taste of beer, but sometimes I wish I did. It would be nice to be free of everything for a few hours.

You were my addiction; you freed me from reality and made me fly into the stratosphere just by being around. I'm quickly discovering that life on the ground- it isn't all it's cut out to be. I need you and your candy lips to take the edge off of this ache I can't rid myself of, this ache that you caused. It's all rather ironic, truly.

Savannah

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