Sunday, April 22, 2007

Dear Love of My Life

I hope that is indeed what you are. I feel so peaceful and nice with you... with everybody else I'm just tension and nerves and unhappiness. I want us to get married like we plan and live together forever and have our 3 cute kids and our house by the ocean. I want us to go to college near each other and NOT have it blow up in our faces. I want to disprove everybody who says you can't marry the first person you have sex with. My grandmother did it, I can too.
I am constantly fearful of other girls: talking to you, flirting with you, secretly wishing for you. Who's to say their love isn't as real as mine? I want to lock you up in a room with me and that to be that.
You're the first person besides my parents to see me naked.
I also want you to be the last.

Dear Robot

Next month will be two years since I left you. Two years since that day I called you and told you that I would not be coming back home to ...