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To Ryan; From Brendon
3 ReviewsThis is from the short film To Claire From Sonny. I changed it up a bit though. Ryden
Dear Ryan,
Where to start? You'll probably never read this. In fact, chances are it won't reach you. I'm probably just writing this for myself, you know. I guess I should just say all this stuff. It's February 25th today. That means it would have been our 6th year anniversary. I know you'd probably roll your eyes at me, bringing that up and I'm aware that it's been over a year since you left me. I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're not going to come back. Ever. And I think I'm out of the phase where I just lie on the floor hoping that you'd just appear on my doorstep. You know what, I'm doing okay.
In all honesty, I miss you. I miss the way your smile would light up the room or the way your laugh would bounce off the walls every time I told you a joke. I miss just knowing the fact that you would be laying next to me when I woke up every morning. I miss the warmth of your breath against my neck and the pace of your heartbeat when I would lay my head on your chest. People are always telling me, "There's plenty more fish in the sea!" Well you know what, I feel like a fucking fish in a bucket.
Remember when you told me about the theory of the multi-verse? That there's an infinite amount of universes parallel to ours that has every possible set of circumstances.
Kinda got me thinking you know? There might be a world in which on that day, we never had that argument, and I didn't say all those things I didn't mean, and you didn't walk away. Maybe there's another world in which I ran after you and we'd still be together or maybe there's a world in which that person didn't take the last sip of his drink. What if there was a different universe where we never met? But then I could easily say that I have never lived. You see, I wasn't living till I met you. Sometimes, on my way home, I walk past your house and I get this weird urge to knock on the door which is stupid because I know you wouldn't answer it. Well, it's your old house now. You're far away with your new life and all. I wonder if you even remember me sometimes. I wish you'd talk to me. Give me some sign that you remember.
And look at me. I've gone this whole letter without using the L-word once. I'd say that I still love you. And I'm kinda afraid I won't ever really stop loving you. I'm sure I'll see you again. I hope they're treating you well up in heaven, because I miss you. More than ever.
Love,
Brendon
Where to start? You'll probably never read this. In fact, chances are it won't reach you. I'm probably just writing this for myself, you know. I guess I should just say all this stuff. It's February 25th today. That means it would have been our 6th year anniversary. I know you'd probably roll your eyes at me, bringing that up and I'm aware that it's been over a year since you left me. I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're not going to come back. Ever. And I think I'm out of the phase where I just lie on the floor hoping that you'd just appear on my doorstep. You know what, I'm doing okay.
In all honesty, I miss you. I miss the way your smile would light up the room or the way your laugh would bounce off the walls every time I told you a joke. I miss just knowing the fact that you would be laying next to me when I woke up every morning. I miss the warmth of your breath against my neck and the pace of your heartbeat when I would lay my head on your chest. People are always telling me, "There's plenty more fish in the sea!" Well you know what, I feel like a fucking fish in a bucket.
Remember when you told me about the theory of the multi-verse? That there's an infinite amount of universes parallel to ours that has every possible set of circumstances.
Kinda got me thinking you know? There might be a world in which on that day, we never had that argument, and I didn't say all those things I didn't mean, and you didn't walk away. Maybe there's another world in which I ran after you and we'd still be together or maybe there's a world in which that person didn't take the last sip of his drink. What if there was a different universe where we never met? But then I could easily say that I have never lived. You see, I wasn't living till I met you. Sometimes, on my way home, I walk past your house and I get this weird urge to knock on the door which is stupid because I know you wouldn't answer it. Well, it's your old house now. You're far away with your new life and all. I wonder if you even remember me sometimes. I wish you'd talk to me. Give me some sign that you remember.
And look at me. I've gone this whole letter without using the L-word once. I'd say that I still love you. And I'm kinda afraid I won't ever really stop loving you. I'm sure I'll see you again. I hope they're treating you well up in heaven, because I miss you. More than ever.
Love,
Brendon
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