night, I see your golden hair and your emerald eyes when I sleep. I think about you all the time.
I listened to so many languages until I found the right one. Norwegian. I should have just looked at where your name was from. Probably would have been easier. And I’m usually smart! So, in the almost three years since I saw you last I’ve been teaching myself your language.
I told you I’d talk to you today. Here goes nothing.
Shit. I guess I waited too long. I’m such a loser. And he seems like every guy who beats up on me. He’s tall, he’s athletic and he’s a lot better looking than I could ever be. I just hope he’s nice to you, you deserve it.
I thought that things were meant to be for us. I figured you had to be a part of my destiny. It just made sense. I know, I’m getting weird again but I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time. There’s a reason we always come to the eclipses and it has to be the same reason why I like the darkness so much.
I was born in it.
There was an eclipse nineteen years ago today, we lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba then. My mom was in the hospital when the eclipse hit and I was born at 16:48:07 Universal Time—the moment of maximum eclipse. And now there’s another eclipse on my nineteenth birthday. My mom said it was in the morning and there were a lot of people who knew the eclipse was coming but still enough that didn’t to cause at least a little bit of confusion. It started getting darker and darker outside and I was born during the totality.
It makes me think there’s some connection, that I have some destiny or something that has to do with the eclipses. Maybe that’s why I don’t care about partials. If it’s not total and solar, I’m not interested. I mean, I’ll look at them, or at lunar ones, if they happen near where we live (we’re in Toronto, Ontario now—still in Canada, but you probably know where Toronto is) but I won’t travel for them. Neither will mom.
I looked up eclipses that have happened or will later on this day. The last one happened in 1626 and the next one won’t be until 2715. That has to mean something. Two in nineteen years, the first the day I was born?
Like I said, it has to be why I like the darkness so much. And why I thought we’d be perfect together. I was born in the darkness and you seem to like it, too.
It’s almost time, getting too dark to see now. See you in three minutes and twenty-three seconds.
AUGUST 11, 1999
Dear Lena,
Another year older and still nothing’s changed. I see you and your boyfriend are still together. I’m sorry, I must sound jealous. I guess I am a little bit.
I’m in my second year of university now, studying computer science at MacMaster University in Hamilton. Not far from home, but far enough to get away from everything there. I’ve made a couple of friends, just some people I can hang out with. We play videogames and Magic: The Gathering when we can, but most of the time we’re working on computers. I’m almost done making my own game, something I’ll put on the internet when it’s done.
I learned how to make websites a while ago, maybe I can make one for our umbraphile group—us few eclipse chasers. Might make getting together easier, not that it’s ever been much of a problem.
We always seem to find each other.
It’s been really hard being away from home. I’ve had to change so many routines and that’s not something I’m good at. But I guess it’s going okay. I don’t get yelled at for being on the computer all the time, which is nice. And I guess now there’s no one telling me what to do and how to do it. Maybe this will be better.
I wonder what you’re doing now, I mean, are you going to university? I know it sounds weird but I feel like you would be, for something big I bet. It’s just, when I look into your eyes, even from far away, I can see something in there. I don’t know how to describe it but it’s like you’re really in there. I
I listened to so many languages until I found the right one. Norwegian. I should have just looked at where your name was from. Probably would have been easier. And I’m usually smart! So, in the almost three years since I saw you last I’ve been teaching myself your language.
I told you I’d talk to you today. Here goes nothing.
Shit. I guess I waited too long. I’m such a loser. And he seems like every guy who beats up on me. He’s tall, he’s athletic and he’s a lot better looking than I could ever be. I just hope he’s nice to you, you deserve it.
I thought that things were meant to be for us. I figured you had to be a part of my destiny. It just made sense. I know, I’m getting weird again but I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time. There’s a reason we always come to the eclipses and it has to be the same reason why I like the darkness so much.
I was born in it.
There was an eclipse nineteen years ago today, we lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba then. My mom was in the hospital when the eclipse hit and I was born at 16:48:07 Universal Time—the moment of maximum eclipse. And now there’s another eclipse on my nineteenth birthday. My mom said it was in the morning and there were a lot of people who knew the eclipse was coming but still enough that didn’t to cause at least a little bit of confusion. It started getting darker and darker outside and I was born during the totality.
It makes me think there’s some connection, that I have some destiny or something that has to do with the eclipses. Maybe that’s why I don’t care about partials. If it’s not total and solar, I’m not interested. I mean, I’ll look at them, or at lunar ones, if they happen near where we live (we’re in Toronto, Ontario now—still in Canada, but you probably know where Toronto is) but I won’t travel for them. Neither will mom.
I looked up eclipses that have happened or will later on this day. The last one happened in 1626 and the next one won’t be until 2715. That has to mean something. Two in nineteen years, the first the day I was born?
Like I said, it has to be why I like the darkness so much. And why I thought we’d be perfect together. I was born in the darkness and you seem to like it, too.
It’s almost time, getting too dark to see now. See you in three minutes and twenty-three seconds.
AUGUST 11, 1999
Dear Lena,
Another year older and still nothing’s changed. I see you and your boyfriend are still together. I’m sorry, I must sound jealous. I guess I am a little bit.
I’m in my second year of university now, studying computer science at MacMaster University in Hamilton. Not far from home, but far enough to get away from everything there. I’ve made a couple of friends, just some people I can hang out with. We play videogames and Magic: The Gathering when we can, but most of the time we’re working on computers. I’m almost done making my own game, something I’ll put on the internet when it’s done.
I learned how to make websites a while ago, maybe I can make one for our umbraphile group—us few eclipse chasers. Might make getting together easier, not that it’s ever been much of a problem.
We always seem to find each other.
It’s been really hard being away from home. I’ve had to change so many routines and that’s not something I’m good at. But I guess it’s going okay. I don’t get yelled at for being on the computer all the time, which is nice. And I guess now there’s no one telling me what to do and how to do it. Maybe this will be better.
I wonder what you’re doing now, I mean, are you going to university? I know it sounds weird but I feel like you would be, for something big I bet. It’s just, when I look into your eyes, even from far away, I can see something in there. I don’t know how to describe it but it’s like you’re really in there. I
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