  a letter.... to you know, him (har. girly? boo. ) .....hey dear so it has dawned on me these last few nights... you have to stick around in one form or another-- there are not a lot of real people around me right now, if that make any sense. thats not ok. a person can only take so much bullshit before they have had enough, and i have certainly been writing enough on that these days. i dont think that helps. i think you may be the only person who follows where i stand on people right now. it may seem petty or stupid or worthless to think on things to a lot of people, but goddamn.... maybe once i actually think someone sees where im coming from i trust too much that they will be around.... whether or not i have to actually verbalize things to them or not.... ya know?
maybe i make no sense. for some reason i think you understand that. some people just know whats up and where my heads at.... tell me why you had to up and leave again? anyways my point in writing... i am glad i got to know you this semester. i think i should have spent more time with you, in hindsight. for mental health reasons if nothing else. thats what growing independently is all about, afterall.... connecting with certain people on levels other than pure superficiality.
but hell, that happens, aaaand apparently it sucks. love is a strong word.... has many forms.... and i do love you on many levels. not a freaky marriage kinda way, but a close to my heart, complete me and make me feel safe and appeciated kinda way. smooch, come back for new years -=me now on: jimmy eat world: if you dont know why would you say so *even if your hert would listen, i doubti could explain* 
