Hey,
It's been years since the last letter. I guess I got used to be alone. I've been locked in for months. My hair's a mess and my bed still reminds me of you. I haven't changed the sheets yet.
My friends... well, they used to be your friends too. Our friends tried to make me (feel) happy. I don't wanna be happy. I know you'd want me to be happy, but I can't.
I haven't played the guitar since... that day. I should sell all my guitars, or I should break them. What would you prefer? I guess you'd say: "Oh come on, don't be silly, people die."
People do! But not you! You can't be dead! Nobody understands it! Your smile lightened my world, you were the reason I woke up every morning.
I loved the way you talked, the way you walked, the way you kissed me. Your moans, your peaceful face after making love with me.
Flea's at Tom's. He didn't want the dog to die. Don't get me wrong, I don't want Flea to die, I just can't take care of an animal now.
By the way, it's Tom and Gio's big day tomorrow, and they still want me to be their best man. I won't go to their wedding. It's going to be too much for me. Everyone will have loads of questions for me, like: " How are you, Danny?". " Awww, you're much thinner now, Is it because Dougie's...?" (Sorry, can't write it). I don't wanna screw Tom's day up.
Can't write anymore. Will you forgive me?
I'll try to write again soon, I promise.
Dan
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