Thoughts on Reading
Sometimes I Think of Losing You
An Open Letter to You.
I could never be convinced to love you. I know this is probably not what you want to hear and you may not buy it, but this is reality. If I spent all of my leisure time lying to myself I would still not be able to make this one true. I am honestly unsure and deeply confused about what the rest of the world thinks they see in you. . . .
Toast
Upon Your Return
October 10th, Letter 1: You're Coming Back
Kanye compared people to seasons; beautiful and fleeting. He might be right but I can't be sure. The Equinox has come and gone three times since I last saw you, and now that you're on your way back I can't help but wonder: what was the season in our case? Was it your leaving or our time together? Something was only temporary, it can't be both.
When I First Saw You
June 30, Letter 1: Love at First Sight
Hot, sticky and poorly ventilated City buses are no place to find love, or a comfortable seat to nap in. The Summer was particularly bad, the heat would help the aroma of body odor to hang there, lingering in my nose. Because I worked so much I was always tired and afraid to get too comfortable. During one of my bouts fighting off sleep, you walked on to the bus.