#2: I used to pretend, but now I finally see
July 21, 2008
Dear You,
The other day you handed me a brand new composition book, like the ones you had stacked in your room filled with all your writings you’ve done. This one was labeled as “#4, Altered States” and when I looked inside, I found that there were three new poems you’d written. They were about me, and they were amazing. I don’t think I have ever seen any of your writing that wasn’t born of hurt and betrayal, other than these. It makes me feel good, to know that I still inspire something from you, but it’s not negative like your past girlfriends.
My favorite one, I did not memorize it, but I remember the last line:
Amor de mi vida.
This weekend was one of the best I can remember with you. There was a lot of passion and attraction, a little more attention paid, and a whole lot of me feeling safer than ever. You asked me if I would like to sleep in your nook, and I graciously agreed to every time. You give me so much more than anyone else I’ve ever been with. I think this could be the best thing for me, right now, or ever.
Love, Me
