Cosmic Entrails. Interplanetary Tales. With a Baseball Slide.
Somehow I feel like I'm falling through the cracks,
and everything is settling down.
I'm beginning to think that You were all I ever had.
After I was shaken up, You pieced me back together
and made the world seem like it was a fit place for me to be.
And at the same time... at the same time,
I've been trying to figure out what you really mean to me.
It flickered briefly when I had the chance to see you.
And I desperately want it to flicker again.
No.
I want it to stay on.
I liked that feeling in my chest.
Finally looking on what had helped my growing fascination,
what had managed to capture my heart -
I had a chance to see how the world looked in a better light.
I went on believing that You and I were meant for something,
and as the time approaches that I have to do something about it,
I feel pressured to make a move before you float on in the wind on life.
But I was warned against that, and I trust that warning.
I just have to make this work. I feel like it's my last chance.
Even though it probably isn't.
Why I'm so wrapped up like this, I don't know.
But I'd give anything, ANYTHING, to see us through.
I might use this REAL letter in my story as the ending.
Or, rather, leading up to the ending.
Gosh. I love you. Alot.
and everything is settling down.
I'm beginning to think that You were all I ever had.
After I was shaken up, You pieced me back together
and made the world seem like it was a fit place for me to be.
And at the same time... at the same time,
I've been trying to figure out what you really mean to me.
It flickered briefly when I had the chance to see you.
And I desperately want it to flicker again.
No.
I want it to stay on.
I liked that feeling in my chest.
Finally looking on what had helped my growing fascination,
what had managed to capture my heart -
I had a chance to see how the world looked in a better light.
I went on believing that You and I were meant for something,
and as the time approaches that I have to do something about it,
I feel pressured to make a move before you float on in the wind on life.
But I was warned against that, and I trust that warning.
I just have to make this work. I feel like it's my last chance.
Even though it probably isn't.
Why I'm so wrapped up like this, I don't know.
But I'd give anything, ANYTHING, to see us through.
I might use this REAL letter in my story as the ending.
Or, rather, leading up to the ending.
Gosh. I love you. Alot.