Magical Tipsy Toes

“I wanted to talk to you, but lately you seem to be in your own world so I am writing you this letter”

Sorry babe, I did not realize you needed to talk. But thank you for writing the letter. Next time just hit me on the head and say, listen up bum, we need to talk.

“Sharkbait, do you love me or you love IPS more”

Are you fricking mad???I love you. I am lost without you. Sheesh…I have nightmares of losing you… you went off to India and I nearly went out of my mind.

“There was this guy who called me and I thought he wanted to get to know me, but instead he wanted to get to know IPS and was using me. Why do they all do that? Am I ugly?”

Babe, you are not ugly at all. That bugger was an arsehole…he was just interested in something else…cause all these fools get lonely when in army…its NOT you…there is nothing wrong with you at all…its them fools…you want me to whack him? Cause I will… beat him to a pulp…you want?

“My heart dropped, Sharkbait..it really did. Like this weight on me and I wanted to cry so so badly but i don’t have time.”

I am really sorry babe…I am so sorry you are going thru this now. and everybody has time to cry…seriously…and its ok to be sad and cry….just ask the Gabbeth bunch…

“He said he will call back but not to get to know me better, but to find more about IPS.”

Don’t bother talking to that cock…if he wants to talk to IPS, get him to call her himself. The arse. If he keeps calling and disturbing, let me know…

I know how you are feeling. And I understand what you are going thru..but know that I will always be here for you…to share secrets and feelings. I will make you happy when you are sad, I will hold you when you fall and I promise you things will get better..Maybe not right away but soon…in the meantime, give me that bugger’s name and number…i will keel him…or i can cut him into thin slices…

Please don’t drift away too far
My fragile, little flame
Your brighter than the others
but I see your true self
Your light is fading . . .
So how can I show you
that I will be your moon
That gives you light in the darkness
That guides you through
your blinding tears
Please my fragile, little flame
don’t go out
For you give me light as well

-My Fragile Little Flame by Jaime Hickman-

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