Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina,
Fucking taxes, I tell ya. Never, up until this year, have I ever filed taxes. One, never felt the need, and two, never made enough money to even qualify. But this past year, ho ho ho, I’ve more than qualified!
So we change, we all do, as years go by, and the past pictures we snapped get tucked away in old photo albums in the shelves of our minds, to collect dust, to give purpose to those shelves, someone some day will ask about, and we’ll tell stories as if they might have never happened.
The day I took that picture of you outside of Cheescake Factory. Where we spent my 25th birthday. In Old Town Pasadena. you took your glasses off because you said you looked stupid. That was one of those moments, those polaroids, we almost forgot about, if not for yesterday’s conversation.
Can I just say, Sweety, regardless of distance of wind or the driven direction of choices, you and me, Butterfly, we’ll always have a photo album full of memories in our own little cozy bookcase that only you and me will ever have access to.
I know. I shouldn’t. And I won’t so far as I am used to. But hey, my always best friend, this is not about sex or flirting or winking or naked necks or hand holds making gloves obsolete. This is about love. True love. The kind we read about, the kind, somehow, I found for you. I’m just espressing it, like I used to, in letter form.
Hey, I’m posting them up on the internet, too. not to freak you out or anything, but we made a deal when we first became friends, remember? You be you, and I be me. And what better way for people to understand the depths of True Love’s strange circumstances than to participate in an online writers workshop.
So you know how you’re squirming right now? And you know how I’m gettign giggles because of it? I think that’s the point of writing these kinds of things. To make people think. Abotu what, I don’t know, but Art is not really the answer, it is just the questions begging. So there. Take it like you take me. With a heavy sigh and a accepting shrug of the shoulders.
I think this is enough set up. Next time, I’ll move into the meat of it.
Cheerio!
