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Hey.
I'm a punk for typing this, and I know that. It's highly unromantic. But I wanted to get this out somehow, and, well, I've always felt that I communicated best through striking keys. I don't really plan to ever show this to you; assuming everything goes well with your mom on Tuesday, I'd like to say something like this to you on Wednesday night. Maybe this is rehearsal. Maybe I'm just thinking to myself.
So, here goes:
I was really dreading this summer, because, well, I was looking forward to a long span of loneliness. Most of the people I spend time with are in Kirksville. I have some friends in Saint Louis this summer, but I knew coming in that they would be hard to get ahold of, and that they were mostly living lives that I wasn't particularly involved in anymore. It was looking like a long, lonely summer, so much so that I was trying to figure places to go to get away from it. Visiting old friends was an obvious option.
So I called you, and found out that you weren't staying in Chicago. You were coming back here. And, to be perfectly honest, I jumped in the air because I was so happy about it. Finding out that you were coming home for the summer was the best thing I could have heard.
I think you're wonderful. I think you're funny, and beautiful, and I love that you know so much about things I don't know anything about. I love just being in a room with you. You make me happier just by being there.
You're terrific, and I want to be with you. I would spend the rest of my life kicking myself if I didn't tell you that.
Here's hoping everything goes alright with your mom's surgery on Tuesday. I didn't really want to bring this up before then, just in case something went wrong... But if everything goes alright...
Well, if everything goes alright, then finally telling you this is going to be my birthday present to myself. I hope it turns out to be a good one.
-E
I'm a punk for typing this, and I know that. It's highly unromantic. But I wanted to get this out somehow, and, well, I've always felt that I communicated best through striking keys. I don't really plan to ever show this to you; assuming everything goes well with your mom on Tuesday, I'd like to say something like this to you on Wednesday night. Maybe this is rehearsal. Maybe I'm just thinking to myself.
So, here goes:
I was really dreading this summer, because, well, I was looking forward to a long span of loneliness. Most of the people I spend time with are in Kirksville. I have some friends in Saint Louis this summer, but I knew coming in that they would be hard to get ahold of, and that they were mostly living lives that I wasn't particularly involved in anymore. It was looking like a long, lonely summer, so much so that I was trying to figure places to go to get away from it. Visiting old friends was an obvious option.
So I called you, and found out that you weren't staying in Chicago. You were coming back here. And, to be perfectly honest, I jumped in the air because I was so happy about it. Finding out that you were coming home for the summer was the best thing I could have heard.
I think you're wonderful. I think you're funny, and beautiful, and I love that you know so much about things I don't know anything about. I love just being in a room with you. You make me happier just by being there.
You're terrific, and I want to be with you. I would spend the rest of my life kicking myself if I didn't tell you that.
Here's hoping everything goes alright with your mom's surgery on Tuesday. I didn't really want to bring this up before then, just in case something went wrong... But if everything goes alright...
Well, if everything goes alright, then finally telling you this is going to be my birthday present to myself. I hope it turns out to be a good one.
-E