The Lincoln Letter

This is one to *him*. Another loose thread in the chaotic mess I'm boxing. I'm still often stuck in the past. I'm sorry for not being able to fully move on. You must hate me for being like this. I'm still having almost daily dreams of you and me. Just you and me having conversation, a bit like...

If *you* are coming here to read it, you won't like it. I know you feel that when I vent, I'm lashing out at you. I know you can't see the pain past the tone. Remember that to me English is not my mother tongue, I'm not neurotypical, and my command of the English language is different. So, if...