Chapter 37 The lawyer

William advised nothing properly heals the heart with content and fullness than a letter. I'm not a Shakespeare, I'm simply Austin the child in your eyes please note I say this as I roll my eyes. Well, I suppose I've already ruined this part of the love letter. I'm frustrated, angry and so many other woes. I might be seventeen in age but I'm older in mindset by years. You belittle all that I have to offer, always. It rather... makes me livid. Henry is an twenty-eight year old geyser, he does not do much for you. When you cry, I'm there. When you're sad, I'm there. Whenever you need me, I'm present as should be. Where is Henry? God knows. You and I could be together, I do not care for my lousy brother. He pisses off when holds you, caress you, glances... it hurts that I have to watch that sham of a marriage when I love you this much, with all that I have.