i'll write you a love song -- love letter 1 (backdated to the 28th)
Dear Gale,
What in the world have you got me doing? I know I promised to write you a letter but do you know how weird this feels? I feel like I should just say this all to you. Then again I’m not sure I would ever talk like this off paper. I guess it’s like a post. I’ll never say those sorts of things aloud, or talk to myself for that long, but they’re things I feel and that someone should hear. Especially you.
I’m writing this in class too. It’s a stranger thought than you think. It’s almost like you exist solely in this one world and I can’t make that world coincide with the one I actually live in. All of the community is like that, but you especially because you’ve been here. You’ve only ever been here at night, though. It’s like my life is something entirely different at night than it is in the day light, and there’s something precious that should be protected in the night.
I guess one day we’ll make it work. One day you won’t just be ‘that boy I see at night’. I’ll actually get to see you in the sunlight.
Does this sound gushy? I feel like I’m being gushy.
Remember our first date? The one where we went for pizza and the movie. The movie I never actually watched properly. ;) I know you know what I mean. But remember at the theater I acted a little weird when I saw some kids from school who recognized me? I guess I was right to be weird, because the very next day I saw them and they started in on me. Something about how I must think something high of myself to wear a tiara out in public. I think it was supposed to hurt me or humiliate me or something to that effect. It didn’t, though. I remember telling her how it must hurt to know that she will die in this trap of a town never knowing what it’s like to live and truly loved, while one day I’ll escape and I’ll live and life will be beautiful.
Of course they’re teenagers. That hasn’t stopped them from thinking I’m weird, but I think when I walked away, when I said those things and turned my back on her, they all just knew things weren’t the way they were before. That they couldn’t touch me the way they could before.
Does that sound weird? I don’t know, I feel sort of weird. Like I can do anything these days. It’s been this way since I met you. Ever since that day you crawled through my window calling me ‘Chicken Girl’ (thank you for abandoning that nickname!).
I guess what it all comes down to is I love you. And love makes me do silly things I’d never do otherwise. Thank you for being my strength, Gale. Thank you for being a part of my life.
Love,
Candy Girl~
What in the world have you got me doing? I know I promised to write you a letter but do you know how weird this feels? I feel like I should just say this all to you. Then again I’m not sure I would ever talk like this off paper. I guess it’s like a post. I’ll never say those sorts of things aloud, or talk to myself for that long, but they’re things I feel and that someone should hear. Especially you.
I’m writing this in class too. It’s a stranger thought than you think. It’s almost like you exist solely in this one world and I can’t make that world coincide with the one I actually live in. All of the community is like that, but you especially because you’ve been here. You’ve only ever been here at night, though. It’s like my life is something entirely different at night than it is in the day light, and there’s something precious that should be protected in the night.
I guess one day we’ll make it work. One day you won’t just be ‘that boy I see at night’. I’ll actually get to see you in the sunlight.
Does this sound gushy? I feel like I’m being gushy.
Remember our first date? The one where we went for pizza and the movie. The movie I never actually watched properly. ;) I know you know what I mean. But remember at the theater I acted a little weird when I saw some kids from school who recognized me? I guess I was right to be weird, because the very next day I saw them and they started in on me. Something about how I must think something high of myself to wear a tiara out in public. I think it was supposed to hurt me or humiliate me or something to that effect. It didn’t, though. I remember telling her how it must hurt to know that she will die in this trap of a town never knowing what it’s like to live and truly loved, while one day I’ll escape and I’ll live and life will be beautiful.
Of course they’re teenagers. That hasn’t stopped them from thinking I’m weird, but I think when I walked away, when I said those things and turned my back on her, they all just knew things weren’t the way they were before. That they couldn’t touch me the way they could before.
Does that sound weird? I don’t know, I feel sort of weird. Like I can do anything these days. It’s been this way since I met you. Ever since that day you crawled through my window calling me ‘Chicken Girl’ (thank you for abandoning that nickname!).
I guess what it all comes down to is I love you. And love makes me do silly things I’d never do otherwise. Thank you for being my strength, Gale. Thank you for being a part of my life.
Love,
Candy Girl~