Anonymous
7/11/2025, 3:27:15 AM
No.81784458
Dear M,
Perhaps you won't know who this is, or, even worse, let this letter languish in obscurity in some third party 4chan archive. Nevertheless, drunk as I am, I simply want to say that I love you in despite of all reasons for me to abhor my decision to (I say decision, since my love is chosen. I wake up each day and decide to love you). My life is consumed in snatches of fearful sleep, hallucinations, shakes brought on by lack of drink and surfeit of regret, and I fear my heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws before we have the opportunity to speak again. Even though I and I alone have made a myth of when we first met and fell in love nine years ago now, I believe my favorite moment shared between us, the one that was the most meaningfully tender and morally "mature", was when we cried, both drunk, naturally, about the various familial deaths we both experienced, and the agony we underwent by the absence of the other. That was four years ago, and three months after that conversation we would cease to speak to one another. How do I still so commitedly, painfully love you after four years? Ah, well, who knows, and frankly who cares? Certainly no one else reading this does. I have had time to process our separation in this gap of contact. I want to say that I forgive you. I don't care if you forgive me. You are in my thoughts. I love you with deliberate loyalty and persistence, even as I drink myself into regretful, ashamed stupor and end up writing letters to you on 4chan threads, I love you still. Goodbye! Shantih shantih shantih.
B
Perhaps you won't know who this is, or, even worse, let this letter languish in obscurity in some third party 4chan archive. Nevertheless, drunk as I am, I simply want to say that I love you in despite of all reasons for me to abhor my decision to (I say decision, since my love is chosen. I wake up each day and decide to love you). My life is consumed in snatches of fearful sleep, hallucinations, shakes brought on by lack of drink and surfeit of regret, and I fear my heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws before we have the opportunity to speak again. Even though I and I alone have made a myth of when we first met and fell in love nine years ago now, I believe my favorite moment shared between us, the one that was the most meaningfully tender and morally "mature", was when we cried, both drunk, naturally, about the various familial deaths we both experienced, and the agony we underwent by the absence of the other. That was four years ago, and three months after that conversation we would cease to speak to one another. How do I still so commitedly, painfully love you after four years? Ah, well, who knows, and frankly who cares? Certainly no one else reading this does. I have had time to process our separation in this gap of contact. I want to say that I forgive you. I don't care if you forgive me. You are in my thoughts. I love you with deliberate loyalty and persistence, even as I drink myself into regretful, ashamed stupor and end up writing letters to you on 4chan threads, I love you still. Goodbye! Shantih shantih shantih.
B