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Dear R.P.H. (Letter #12)

I’m transcribing a series of handwritten letters I wrote, but never sent. Read the previous letters here.

Dear R-

Do you know when I miss you? I miss you when I can’t sleep, and it’s three in the morning and my brain automatically calculates what time it is where you are. And I think that I can’t waste my time waiting for you like I used to do. Hoping you’d see me and talk to me.

I miss you when I’m drawing, and have no one to show it to.

I miss you when I think of you, which is becoming less and less.

I should never have given you me. Lord knows what you’ll do with what you know, who’ll you share a piece of me with. I lost control of that. That’s why I’m upset.

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Dear R.P.H. (Letter #11)

I’m transcribing a series of handwritten letters I wrote, but never sent. Read the previous letters here.

Dear R-

Did you want someone who thought you were the sun, the moon, and all the stars? I would’ve been that for you. I would’ve loved you more. You would have had a person. I would’ve been able to give all this to someone. I would’ve given a damn when you needed me to give a damn. I would’ve been there for the stupid stuff – the stuff you didn’t think should’ve been that important. I let you in dammit. Now I’m back down to two. Two people to care about. And you’ve got me doubting whether I was made to love. Great. Thanks babe.