just now

just now i found 47 pages of a single-spaced word document. the first half, to which it follows that there is a second half, is comprised entirely of letters from a boy to a girl. and this girl is finding herself in a place where sometimes the loneliness presses down hard on her chest. a loneliness comprised from the should have beens. more accurately, the could have beens. these words written years ago - they are easier to dismiss. but your letters coming into my todays. well, i just don't know what to say anymore. so i don't.

"it's like so many things with you and me: i don't know a lot about it, but i like that you like it." - my head, my heart, and i took a vote sir: we concur that we dislike your simple eloquence. we don't trust ourselves alone with it.