I love you. A whole fucking lot; I've said that before, haven't I?
And though I complain about not having any words left, I'll still scrape together the ones I've already used, and I'll try to make this halfway "normal".
So.. it's 12:50, am, that is. And you're my hero. This took me some time to read, because people surround me, but, of course, I had to read it, didn't I? How could I wait a whole day to read something you've written.
So I gracefully ran out of the room and read it. And thank God I did. People would ask. Because I was so completely glued to the screen that- Thank God I wore glasses, I'd be blind by now.
And I sat there and felt a little pathetic because I was swallowed by the story. And I read myself. And I read people I know. And I read people's lives.
And then I may have cried at some point, but who..
And I thought that it is such a shame that this is real. People, today, do treat each other that way. And I thought about that for a while. But then I looked a bit deeper and I realized that I have no right to complain.
Because I am so fucking lucky to have you as a friend.
And I felt so guilty for letting you help me all those times, cause I should be the one to clean up my mess; still at the same time I am so grateful.. for you.
I owe you my life. I owe you myfucked up writing.
And I'll do anything for you, you know that... I might be a continent away, but I'm still here if there's anything. But, really, how is it that you can meet someone this amazing through internet? I do feel like I'm cheating fate, but if we fuck up our lives with the help of new inventions, we should be able to fix it too, right?
No, I know, that made no sense. I'm still only half awake and might regret writing this once I'm a little smarter, but for now, this (letter. it's so long, that i might just size it down a tad...) will stay, okay?
I love you, my dearest, one and only, coffee-table porn buddy. All the olives in the world wouldn't cover the love. You should know that you make my life so much better...
And though I complain about not having any words left,
I'll still scrape together the ones I've already used,
and I'll try to make this halfway "normal".
So.. it's 12:50, am, that is.
And you're my hero.
This took me some time to read,
because people surround me,
but, of course, I had to read it, didn't I?
How could I wait a whole day to read something you've written.
So I gracefully ran out of the room and read it.
And thank God I did. People would ask.
Because I was so completely glued to the screen that-
Thank God I wore glasses, I'd be blind by now.
And I sat there and felt a little pathetic because I was swallowed by the story.
And I read myself. And I read people I know.
And I read people's lives.
And then I may have cried at some point, but who..
And I thought that it is such a shame that this is real.
People, today, do treat each other that way.
And I thought about that for a while.
But then I looked a bit deeper and I realized that I have no right to complain.
Because I am so fucking lucky to have you as a friend.
And I felt so guilty for letting you help me all those times,
cause I should be the one to clean up my mess;
still at the same time I am so grateful.. for you.
I owe you my life. I owe you myfucked up writing.
And I'll do anything for you, you know that...
I might be a continent away, but I'm still here if there's anything.
But, really, how is it that you can meet someone this amazing through internet?
I do feel like I'm cheating fate,
but if we fuck up our lives with the help of new inventions,
we should be able to fix it too, right?
No, I know, that made no sense.
I'm still only half awake and might regret writing this once I'm a little smarter,
but for now,
this (letter. it's so long, that i might just size it down a tad...) will stay, okay?
I love you, my dearest, one and only, coffee-table porn buddy.
All the olives in the world wouldn't cover the love.
You should know that you make my life so much better...
Thank you.
Sincerely yours, Youdon'twannaknow.
:arms:
PS; yes, all this had to be written, akkeh...?