To: Scotch
I suppose? I'm a little nervous to comment again but I have been here. I've read every chapter multiple times.
To: Scotch
I want to wait. If I can make it this far, I can wait, even if the final answer is no. I just couldn't lie and act like I wasn't looking.
To: Scotch
I've been looking, I know that it's wrong. I think I've gathered as much as I can about the situation but I still misstepped and so I'm sorry.
To: Scotch
I'm sorry. I know and I've been selfish writing here at all, but ultimately I don't want to do anything that you don't fully consent to. All of you.
To: Scotch
I want to enact some twisted scheme to give you deniability. I can be the one who moved first, if you want the story told that way. I can handle it.
To: Scotch
I can't say that I know what to do, but I can clearly state my wants now, I suppose. I want to know you, again. I'm willing to act first, if you want.
To: Scotch
I still have so much to admit yet I couldn't trust my words alone if I tried. The letters don't look right and I nitpick until the emotion wears away.
To: Scotch
Every day, I hear the trains and watch the waves and take a breath and think of you. It makes me happy just to think of you, so I'll be happy.
To: Scotch
I forgive you. Now and always. But I think you're mistaken and I want to prove, if only to myself, that I can be more than I was before. You are.
To: Scotch
I think I understand, but I want to be sure. I can drop the game for you, shatter the fantasy into an imperfect reality. Just say the word... please
To: Scotch
It always would've been impossible to replicate. I know, and so instead, I want to meet you again, as strangers. I want to listen and hear every tale.
To: Scotch
I wanted to convince myself that it's all in my head. I want to be sure that the gravity I feel is anything but the burning of an uncaught gaze.
To: Scotch
I'm sorry, more than words can express. I've tried to let go, move on, give you space. I'm so afraid of misstepping and I fear I already have
To: Scotch
I've made no clear or concerted effort to make my presence known until now, that's a mistake on my part. I just admire your way with words, I guess
To: Scotch
I've been looking back longer than I'd like to admit... I don't know if I ever stopped looking. I marked the coast where we promised to meet
To: Scotch
I can never find the words to reach you, it all sounds wrong. I struggle to admit how much space you hold in my life. I sleep in a room built for us
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