Jun 18, 2006 19:15
Dear Ariel,
You leave tomorrow for worlds away and I've no idea when or if I'll ever see you again. So for many reasons I had the wacky notion of writing my summer out for you. I doubt I'll ever actually give it to you - you'd have no idea what was going on and probably wouldn't care, so perhaps my "Dear Ariel" is really just me writing for me, in the end. In fifty years I can go back and read this and maybe see me at 17/18 as you see me. Anyways, reasons: 1) Now that you're gone, I've no one to talk to like I do to you - I still think of the world in terms of stories to recount to you and things I MUST tell you - perhaps in time this notebook to you can somewhat replace getting to talk to you daily (I'm a bit sceptical) 2) I want to improve my writing skills, so frequent writing "to" someone whose opinion of my writing matters a lot to me will make me shape up. 3) I want to keep in touch. Wedding invite? 4) It gives me something to do, makes me feel closer to you when things get rough. 5) I want to remember; I never want to forget. Best years of our lives, eh? Well, here I come.
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What will be in here? Who knows. I don't even know yet. My deep dark thoughts, my packing lists, ludicrous advice, poor spelling, my opinions, the random essay, schedules, my hopes & wishes, pro/con lists, my future, descriptions o the places I go, the adventures I have, the people I meet and everything crazy and wonderful that befalls me this summer.
Lots of love,
Your Les