To whomever

A Story by Nicholas

To Whomever will read my letters,

Many things leave stains. Cigarettes and coffee satin my teeth, mud stains my pants, and amazing dreams leave stains that are embarrassing to be discovered at the dry cleaners with.

Friends leave stains.

Loved ones leave stains.

Dogs leave stains.

These stains are both interesting and disgusting. Each one has a story and a lesson learned. But it’s the stain of the people closest that are the ones that impact us on personal levels. I personally have more stains than a cheap w***e’s sheet, and the people that I hold closest share that quality.

One in particular is one that I strain to call a friend. We more or less are drawn together by our mutual hatred, as well as an informational standoff. In public is where we show colors of dark complexion, But in late night conversation we are a little lighter. I’m forever in debt to him, as a friend and a therapist, and he to me. Mostly because of the emotional baggage we lump onto each other.

The inside humor is that of the baggage we share to each other, and that’s why we continue to show darker colors, as we continue to sharing the problem of our lighter selves.

Our stains keep filling our sheets, and our friendship grows closer the more we share the stories of the stains.

Anonymous Writer