Separation Anxiety and the Great DivideDear C++ coder,
I wish I were comfortable enough with our long-term friendship/brief tryst to let you know how incredible I think you are. The next seven weeks are going to be exceedingly long weeks for me. I do hope upon your return to town, we'll be able to pick up where we left off. I'm pretty sure we will as each time we meet is as if the days pass through a condenser and the conversation doesn't skip a beat -- be it one week or one year later.
Yes, the timing? She sucks. But such is life. I am not going to pass up the prospect of spending a great deal of time with you (or even a little bit) just because you don't know where you'll be in 6 months. I don't give a fuck. All I know is that I really enjoy your company. You make me laugh. You make me think. You make me blush. What's not to want?
You're a person of such few (and carefully chosen) words that when it comes to feelings and sentiments, I'm a bit in the dark. You never reveal too much, which is rather welcomed and refreshing, but due to our vast geographic encumbrance, a "I like you" note would be much appreciated.
In all honesty, I don't have much to complain about. (I just closed my eyes and my mind quickly wandered to memories of kissing you and my nipples got hard within seconds. Impressive.) I had no clue that we would be as physically compatible as we were; we could have as easily been talking about steam powered engines or weather systems. It was a nice surprise to say the least.
I like you,
L
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