Dear Future Girlfriend,

I keep writing to you. I don’t know why, but every time I’m outside all night, all I can do is watch the sky and think of you. Are you thinking of me? I hope so. I apologize ahead of time if this makes no sense. I’ve been up all night. Will you sit with me on the beach, listening to the waves and watch as the stars creep over the sky slowly slipping away from our view? Will you watching the sun peek out over the water, yawning and blinking away the sleep? I’m sorry I’m so obsessed with the sky. It just reminds me that I’m not that important and it’s okay to feel small because, we all are. I love to read. Do you? Will you sit with me and let me cry over the lost of Mr. Dimmsdale or dance around with me as Elizabeth marry’s Mr. Darcy? Will you bring me back to our land? Our reality? Will you climb tress with me, dance in the rain, hold me when urges become too much and butterflies just don’t cut it? I’m sorry if that’s too much to ask, but don’t worry, I won’t load everything on you for a long time. We’re most likely going to fight about me not opening up. But, again, I’m sorry. I have trouble doing so, but I promise when I do, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I have to go do school now, but could you please find me soon..? I’m trying to be patient, but it’s hard when I have the sky to remind me of you.

Love,

Me


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Posted On: Fri, Jan. 27, 2012