Sep 09, 2004 22:31
I've been thinking for the past twenty minutes (or however long it takes for this song to play four times) about how much good this will do. At the same time, I've counter-wondered, "What could it hurt?"
Famous last lines.
It's just that I'm completely in love with Mallory. And I'm eighteen, so I'm a teenager, right? And teenagers say that all the time, in the movies and books and stories you hear. Things can still go wrong, and things always do go wrong, even for grown-ups (not as though I'll ever become a grown-up). Jesus my arms are shaking so hard I can barely type, like they're sore or something.
Maybe it's the fifteen hundred miles talking. I don't know if this is common knowledge or not, but fifteen hundred miles changes the way you think about people.
She knows. Don't think she doesn't know. Now I want her to know that you know. That's the point. So, if this works, even a little, bam, mission accomplished. And if it doesn't, consider this, Mallory, my formal apology for buying you the Garden State soundtrack.