Dear Therapeutic Girlfriend,

Last night I had trouble sleeping. The pain in my left arm was getting worse and my chest felt uneasy. A thousand words and songs were rushing through my head. Turns out the 'off' switch was broken. But then I thought of you and it stopped. Everything went quiet.

Last night I used you to fall asleep. What little memories we made together in a small town. I was miserable then. I used the constant floating images of your face from our infrequent Sky ... pe sessions. I used you to fall asleep last night. And I woke up drenched in you.

Now all I think about is booking the nearest flight I can afford with my peanuts to your city. See you and how you are. I never did book the flight. I am scared. I fear a lot of things. But I've never been more terrified of anything than the thought of you in front of me. I guess that's partly the reason I chose an open letter. The other part being I'm terrible at saying things... Dress Affordable wedding party bridesmaid garments in pink

Oh, and 'timing'! I almost forgot to bash 'timing'. That jerk-face was never on my side.

And yet, here I am. Flicking my pen across my desk. Excel file, notepad and my heart open in front of me. I would like to go to your city. Even if it was just to steal a good bye kiss from you when I left. Heart racing like a Ferrari engine.

I should go now. I was never good with good byes.

P.S.
Almost 2 years back you said I was your therapeutic boyfriend. Looks like I need the therapy more.

Your friend always,
Agni.

- Agnishekhar Chakraborty