There you are, the center of attention with your Louis Vuitton. Inside, I have left a letter that explains it all...
Does she know? We were so so so high and alone...
Have I no heart? These tears now heavy, stuck with all of the thoughts I should have said but could not. This couch is but a casket and this bed is but a floor. I have been thinking about Alaska where she insists that I stay warm.
You insist I stay home, so maybe it was me. We were so "Hi" and "Hello." Call me crasy but I will never say another word. Not to say that I am afraid but it would never work. In the bedroom, being lasy while our parents worked. They were protective as the feelings you have never heard.
I remember every word and every letter. Way beyond, the center of Alaska. You were right; I am the last guy who would finally answer...