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I want you to imagine for one moment that I, with the knowledge of the future, was talking to you in the past. What would I tell you?
Dear Joe Winslow
We have been dating for a month now, and it has been the most magical period of my life thus far. I wondered if I would ever connect with anyone in as many levels with so many facets as my own, but I have found you. We have come to each other as enhancement of our own lives and collectively, we have developed love in the process. I don’t care that I’m thinner or perhaps more attractive than you - we are two halves of the same whole. We love each other for the right reasons, and we are best friends.
Imagine where we might be in two years from this moment - two and a half years. August of 2007, juxtaposed with February of 2005; are we great friends, if not still together in love?
I have not spoken to you since December of 2006, when you abused me. For two months you ignored my calls, convinced yourself that I’m not worth speaking to anymore because you’re “just sick of it.” You are in a fraternity, something both of us opposed before you left for college the summer of 2005. That was the catalyst, I suppose, for the entire situation. I am going to North Carolina School of the Arts this December, my family in Louisiana, and you are the closest thing I have to family. Your family and I get along very well. I call your mom “Mom.” You came and visited me in New Orleans, and we had the most amazing time…
I tried to fix everything when perhaps I shouldn’t have. Brittney Lunsford picked me up in Winston-Salem when I was desperate to see you, to talk to you and convince you that we shouldn’t ignore each other and preserve our friendship, so convoluted through years of on-again off-again relationship status. I showed up on your doorstep; you saw me and locked the door.
I don’t even want to tell you all that transpired that weekend. You drove me, quite literally, to the edge of insanity.
I have seen you at UNCW, where you and I go to school now. We haven’t spoken either time. I live off-campus to keep in-state tuition, but it’s difficult. I wish that I had the advantage of the dorms to meet new friends, but money is, all the sudden, much more important. I want to go to law school as a segway into politics, and to do that I plan on transferring to UNC in order to make the application to Yale look just a bit better. I can’t afford out-of-state tuition for UNC; I used your home address for NCSA, but we severed ties- you severed ties.
I loved you with a love most people don’t experience in their lifetimes. I lied to you the first time I told you so, but since that was a month ago (the first day we started dating) I knew I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or your ego. I have done everything for you at this point - I would give my life for you. We almost died together in a car - your new Acura RSX when you hydroplaned. We have been through so much together. For two years, we were nearly inseparable. I wonder if you could understand how much I miss you even now, months after you began absolutely hating me.
Dear Joe Winslow
We have been dating for a month now, and it has been the most magical period of my life thus far. I wondered if I would ever connect with anyone in as many levels with so many facets as my own, but I have found you. We have come to each other as enhancement of our own lives and collectively, we have developed love in the process. I don’t care that I’m thinner or perhaps more attractive than you - we are two halves of the same whole. We love each other for the right reasons, and we are best friends.
Imagine where we might be in two years from this moment - two and a half years. August of 2007, juxtaposed with February of 2005; are we great friends, if not still together in love?
I have not spoken to you since December of 2006, when you abused me. For two months you ignored my calls, convinced yourself that I’m not worth speaking to anymore because you’re “just sick of it.” You are in a fraternity, something both of us opposed before you left for college the summer of 2005. That was the catalyst, I suppose, for the entire situation. I am going to North Carolina School of the Arts this December, my family in Louisiana, and you are the closest thing I have to family. Your family and I get along very well. I call your mom “Mom.” You came and visited me in New Orleans, and we had the most amazing time…
I tried to fix everything when perhaps I shouldn’t have. Brittney Lunsford picked me up in Winston-Salem when I was desperate to see you, to talk to you and convince you that we shouldn’t ignore each other and preserve our friendship, so convoluted through years of on-again off-again relationship status. I showed up on your doorstep; you saw me and locked the door.
I don’t even want to tell you all that transpired that weekend. You drove me, quite literally, to the edge of insanity.
I have seen you at UNCW, where you and I go to school now. We haven’t spoken either time. I live off-campus to keep in-state tuition, but it’s difficult. I wish that I had the advantage of the dorms to meet new friends, but money is, all the sudden, much more important. I want to go to law school as a segway into politics, and to do that I plan on transferring to UNC in order to make the application to Yale look just a bit better. I can’t afford out-of-state tuition for UNC; I used your home address for NCSA, but we severed ties- you severed ties.
I loved you with a love most people don’t experience in their lifetimes. I lied to you the first time I told you so, but since that was a month ago (the first day we started dating) I knew I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or your ego. I have done everything for you at this point - I would give my life for you. We almost died together in a car - your new Acura RSX when you hydroplaned. We have been through so much together. For two years, we were nearly inseparable. I wonder if you could understand how much I miss you even now, months after you began absolutely hating me.