How was the party? did you like it as much as I did? God, how I miss being with you! All our wild girl times, the wild years at the university, right? what happened to you? you use to have such a light about you. I remember how you could make any guy fall to his knees just to talk to you. For a minute there I thought you were enjoying the attention. Every girl including myself would envy you.
How was the party? did you enjoy it? I hate you. I hate how you left me with a broken heart. I had to pick up the pieces just to stay alive. Did you know that I keep a gun under my pillow? I needed for those nights I find the courage to put an end to my sorrows. You don’t care. I know you don’t give a shit about my feelings. all you care about are the new hot guys you get to bring to bed.
How was the party? did you enjoy it? My mom can’t stop raving about how nice you are! In her words, she said ‘your mannerism is excellent and you carry such confidence’ somewhere along those lines. I didn’t tell her all the spicy stuff but I’m sure she won’t be surprised.
How was the party? did you enjoy it? I’m on medication now. I think I’m actually healing but my therapist isn’t convinced. Mom my apparently gave her my diary which contains all my dirty desire. I don’t mean the ones of us touching bodies and embracing each other with kisses. I’m talking about the entries of us fighting, me stabbing you until the bed is soaked in blood.
How was the party? did you enjoy it? Oh my god! My mom is so excited you proposed to me! I can’t believe we’re engaged! I’m so excited my hands are shaking like crazy.
How was the party? did you enjoy it? The sex was amazing. Feeling the warmth of your breath, the warmth of your body, the tensions of these past weeks melt off with our sweat. I longed for this for a moment for weeks but I could still feel the rage boiling deep inside. As you came to, I grabbed the knife from under my matttress and began to stab you. stab you until the life escapes from you.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.