Dear Patrick

Dear Lana,

I woke up in the same scenario as I'd concluded my letter to you with.
Except take away the part about it being you sprawled out over me.
And add the part about it being a complete random stranger.
For the fourth time.
That week.

I missed you so badly that I ached.
Ached terribly.
All the time.

I keep writing to you but I can't fucking send any.
Because you're off with football playing me?
Fuck doctors.
Fuck them.
Fuck them for lying to me.
Telling me you'll be okay.
That you'd regain it all back.
Regain me!
Fucking regain my memory back Lana.
All you know how to do is break me.
I want you to be mine.


All mine. All for me. All the time.
And so Toews told me that if I'm a man, I'll grow some balls and come after you.
I keep coming after you.
But I'm always too late.
It's not that I'm scared.



It's that I'm fucking terrified.
I can't be late getting you anymore.

So I'm coming.
And Derek can bet his ass that I'm not leaving until you're in the passenger seat of my car.

I'll see you soon.

Patrick

Notes

Hi everyone.

My best friend (and the original mind behind this story) passed away a couple of months ago. We ran this account together and I just couldn't seem to pull myself together after her death. Nonetheless, I'm here now- this is what feels like the only actual bond that we still have (call me crazy lol!).

Anyway, thanks to anyone who's been reading these chapters.
I'll be updating much more now that I can think straight!
I'll try to make the chapters much longer to make up for the time (with the exception of this one)!

Thanks for understanding!