RUN, MONSTER, RUN,
by Teasha SeitzMy Darling,
I am alive, and I miss you. I miss your freckles that start on one cheek and flow across the bridge of your nose to the other cheek. I miss your hair smelling of strawberry shampoo. I miss how soft and smooth your lips are. I miss how you snort when you laugh hard. I love you. I will always love you, but we cannot be together. I wanted you to know the truth. They are looking for me. I cannot risk contacting you further. I hope this letter reaches you.
Running was a passion for me. I’d shared my euphoria after a good run with you, had shown you my high school track awards. You knew, without me telling you, when I left our bed early in the mornings, it was to go for a run.
The last time we were together, I slipped quietly from our home as to
