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Dearest Manda,
It is 2:54 at in the morning, 7/9/04. I am having trouble sleeping, due to the fact that my cell phone has no signal, you keep calling, and I can’t tell whether or not you can hear me screaming and crying into the receiver. A lot of things to me right now are uncertain at this point in my life. My mom is losing her mind, and she doesn’t seem too fond of me at the moment. Ha, I wish there were a valid excuse for such madness… but I can’t fathom one. I’m just stuck being a teenager with teenager “problems”.
The show tonight was a lot of fun. It was all friends and family, which keeps my head up, just knowing that I have people that care for each other. Then I think to myself that you are a part of my family… or a part of me at least. Aside from watching a few of my friends bands play, I pretty much sat in the lobby, staring hard as the main entrance, hoping, squeezing my eyes hard, wishing you might burst through the main entrance and be mine. I must have looked like a love struck idiot. I don’t care.
because I could kiss your face.
And once again look into your eyes and whisper “I love you, Manda.”
I knew it wouldn’t happen, but it still made me happy, and gave me something to look forward too, because, I am a dreamer, but I believe and now know, that reality can come of dreams.
I know I have found the perfect girl, the perfect match. At the ripe age of Seventeen, I feel and now know, exactly what love is. My love has many intarrrrweb friends, and a loving, caring family. My love radiates so much beauty, that I couldn’t possibly contrive putting any number of equally beautiful words to describe her. Down to the sound of her voice, to the elegant portrayal of her letters, to words, to sentences, to calling me a baby neegarzzzz. Simply, envisioning time spent together makes me want to melt. Sharing emotions, even if they are negative, still feels good knowing I am doing so with my second half.
Why me? Out of the hundreds of thousands that could etch art in orgasmic forms, or format words to brings tears. Why me?
I don’t really know.
Frankly, I don’t even care.
I know I am completely and utterly in love with her. Every aspect of her existence makes my life worth living. The pain of distance is great, but I know in the long-run love will overcome time, distance, state lines, street signs and any other factors.
I’d give anything to stay with her for the rest of my life, and so on.
Anything.
She loves picking nozayzzz
She is the reason I stare at my ceiling endlessly, every night.
She is the reason I now feel good about living.
Her name is Manda Bret Labozetta.
I have written a thousand pages in her name…
With everything I have, had, and ever will have, I love you mandabrettape,
Matthew Robert Casey<3
It is 2:54 at in the morning, 7/9/04. I am having trouble sleeping, due to the fact that my cell phone has no signal, you keep calling, and I can’t tell whether or not you can hear me screaming and crying into the receiver. A lot of things to me right now are uncertain at this point in my life. My mom is losing her mind, and she doesn’t seem too fond of me at the moment. Ha, I wish there were a valid excuse for such madness… but I can’t fathom one. I’m just stuck being a teenager with teenager “problems”.
The show tonight was a lot of fun. It was all friends and family, which keeps my head up, just knowing that I have people that care for each other. Then I think to myself that you are a part of my family… or a part of me at least. Aside from watching a few of my friends bands play, I pretty much sat in the lobby, staring hard as the main entrance, hoping, squeezing my eyes hard, wishing you might burst through the main entrance and be mine. I must have looked like a love struck idiot. I don’t care.
because I could kiss your face.
And once again look into your eyes and whisper “I love you, Manda.”
I knew it wouldn’t happen, but it still made me happy, and gave me something to look forward too, because, I am a dreamer, but I believe and now know, that reality can come of dreams.
I know I have found the perfect girl, the perfect match. At the ripe age of Seventeen, I feel and now know, exactly what love is. My love has many intarrrrweb friends, and a loving, caring family. My love radiates so much beauty, that I couldn’t possibly contrive putting any number of equally beautiful words to describe her. Down to the sound of her voice, to the elegant portrayal of her letters, to words, to sentences, to calling me a baby neegarzzzz. Simply, envisioning time spent together makes me want to melt. Sharing emotions, even if they are negative, still feels good knowing I am doing so with my second half.
Why me? Out of the hundreds of thousands that could etch art in orgasmic forms, or format words to brings tears. Why me?
I don’t really know.
Frankly, I don’t even care.
I know I am completely and utterly in love with her. Every aspect of her existence makes my life worth living. The pain of distance is great, but I know in the long-run love will overcome time, distance, state lines, street signs and any other factors.
I’d give anything to stay with her for the rest of my life, and so on.
Anything.
She loves picking nozayzzz
She is the reason I stare at my ceiling endlessly, every night.
She is the reason I now feel good about living.
Her name is Manda Bret Labozetta.
I have written a thousand pages in her name…
With everything I have, had, and ever will have, I love you mandabrettape,
Matthew Robert Casey<3