Hey girl, you've probably wondered why I never wrote to you. Well, to be honest, I don't have an answer.
Answers come to fill up a void created by a question. And since you don't really bring up any questions, and since you fill every void, I don't really see where I could bring an answer from... yes, that's cheesy, but fuck it, I can be. Sometimes. Maybe.
I know I've been a jerk before, and you're probably wondering if I'll ever be again. I won't make all the promises, because of how they could be hard to believe when I'm the one making them, but just so you know I'll try to be on your side, as long as it can be.
Perhaps you have been having doubts, and I can't blame you. Ever. Because I am filled with them, I wonder if I will ever be able to make it right, if I will ever be good enough. Whether I deserve you. But one thing is certain, girl, I love you, each day a little more, each day a little harder.
So here is to you, I wanted to write you all the lovesongs, but I don't know if I still have it in me.
It's always harder than it seems, and no matter how much I dig up my mind, you're the only thing I seem to find.
And so, I thought, what if I gave you a start, would you help me write the rest?
And girl, just so you know, the only story worth writing is the one I'll carve along the arch of your back.
Story