Dear Lindsey

27 Dec

Dear Lindsey,

Why’d you get in that car, girl? I dunno if you had that pit-of-your-stomach bad feeling or not, but I wish you had. I wish you’d decided not to go wherever the hell you were on the way to. Because your husband is a broken man without you. I know you’re dead, but somehow, if I beg you hard enough, you’ll come back. I can’t stand to see my best friend in this kind of pain. He’s always been strong for me and for you. Babydoll, go be with him, to say goodbye at least.

thanks,

the three of us

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