Dear Jack,

Another caffeine drunken night and here I am alone with my thoughts, typing words, one right after the other, with a slow and steady rhythm as if it were a letter parade. There never seems to be enough time to actually write out the words that are falling out of my mind. But then again, I could be wrong, there's probably a lot of time, I just don't take it.

I almost always try to get a good grasp on things, but sometimes, even if I know that I can or that I probably already have, I don't, because it requires too much of everything to focus on that one detail that could probably just be overlooked. I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about. I never really do.

I wish I could be next to you. Just so I could breathe in the same air that you're breathing out. I long to be the one that you come home to and release all your frustrations on. I want your hand to be in mine. I want your arms around my waist. I want to be inside of you and I want you inside of me. I want to suffer for your happiness. ...I want you.

Like I said, I almost always try to get a good grasp on things. And though I know that this is pure madness, I don't want to get a grasp on it... I could probably just overlook this one detail and apologize because I really don't know what I'm talking about.

I never really do.


As Always,
Sally