Love letter by Bogdan Dragos

  Usually it was after the second pack
 of smokes
 that inspiration came into his soul
 but today
 it came after the second cigarette
 And when inspiration
 he'd grab the paper and pen and
 write letters
 old style
 He was a romantic
 My love, he wrote, this is the 272nd letter
 I write you, and its subject will be
 the idea of impossibility. I think
 impossibility is highly subjective, my love.
 I for one can climb Mount Everest in my shorts
 if I want to, but one thing I'll never ever do is
 get over you. I dream you
 every night. Every. Damn. Night. And I wake
 up and grab the dress you left behind and I
 wrap its strap around my penis like one of those
 rubber rings meant to make you last super long.
 I've been doing it for… a long time, love. Believe
 me. A long time. So long and so tight did I
 wrap the strap that I managed to damage the
 veins in my penis. It's bad… I can no longer
 get it hard now. At 29…
 The other day I came home with another girl.
 I was trying to replace you. D' you think I succeeded?
 It just won't get up. And even when it did, it didn't
 stay up. The girl thought it's because I
 smoke two packs a day, but that's bullshit.
 Everybody knows smoking doesn't actually affect
 that thing. That thing is only affected by
 the love men can't get past. And in my case it's
 you. You. You. YOU. And I'm not even mad.
 If I can't do it with you, then what's the point
 of doing it at all? There is no point!
 My love, you still haven't replied to any of
 my letters.
 That doesn't mean I'll stop writing and sending them.
 I just want you to know that the red dress you
 left behind… Well, it's faded now. I painted it
 with unimaginable loads of white. And how could I
 wash it when it still smells like you?
 Well, I guess now there'll be no more of that…
 But I still sleep with it on my pillow
 and hold a part of it in my mouth.
 I still love you, my love. And nothing will ever
 change that.
 P.S. The way I'll die will be with
 your dress wrapped around my head
 and the straps squeezing my neck. Now all the
 means of self pleasure stand in that.
 I love you.
 He sealed the letter into an
 and lit another cigarette 

6 Comentarios Agrega el tuyo

  1. Lora Tia dice:

    I seriously want to read the content of the other 271 letters. This is a fine piece!

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    1. Thank you, Lora!

      Something tells me the other letters are in some FBI file by now…
      ⊂(•̀﹏•́⊂ )∘˚˳°

      Le gusta a 2 personas

      1. Lora Tia dice:

        😂😂 And why am I not surprised by that?

        Le gusta a 1 persona

  2. That was…intense and well written. I may have been a bit horrified but I couldn’t stop reading.

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    1. ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) Very glad to hear that, Jennifer! Thank you 🙂

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