this is a love letter.

everyone left, and in a whirlwind i was alone again. the bar across the street blasted mrs miller's "a hard day's night" and it stirred every emotion i have ever had, and i wanted to call you to say i was calling you, to say hello, i'm not mad anymore, i'm never really mad at you besides. but the song got cut halfway, and i didnt' know what to do anymore.

pour a glass of wine, continue on and on, & on & on.