misunderstanding, and I can only hope that you’ll never feel as if you have to keep something so important from me again. I didn’t realize my anxiety issues frightened you so much, but rest assured, I’m accustomed to talking myself down. Don’t ever avoid telling me something because you think I might get upset. I’ll be fine. As for your concerns about Cara, I understand your worries, but I think I have that situation well in hand.
But enough of that. There are far more important things I want to think about. I can’t articulate how wonderful it felt to finally to tell you that I love you. I’m sure there can’t have been a single doubt in your mind about my feelings for you, but speaking those words? I feel entirely liberated. And have you any idea how comforting it was to hear you say you love me, too? There aren’t adequate adjectives to describe how happy I am right now. Spending time with you this afternoon was an amazing bonus, especially since I thought I wouldn’t see you again until Wednesday!
I know it sounds ridiculous, but our separations always plant seeds of doubt in my mind, allowing fears to run rampant in my heart. An afternoon with you in my arms—an hour of your kisses, your touch, your sweet words—has filled my heart and wiped out my despair, leaving me feeling whole again. Thank you so much for the lovely gift. I look forward to listening to the CD when you have the notes ready to share. I don’t know what else to say, other than thank you, and I love you—so much—I wish I could properly explain how much. As Mistress Ford told her Falstaff, “Heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one day find it.” Or perhaps I’ll steal Walter Bagehot’s idea. He once said in a letter to his wife Eliza that he was at a loss for words and thought he might simply write in big letters I LOVE YOU all the way across the page to emphasize his feelings. Let’s try that out, shall we?
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU…!
Yes, that sums it up quite nicely.
Childishly and unequivocally yours,
~Daniel
xoxoxo…
P.S. I LOVE YOU!
Thursday, April 16
Hey there, gorgeous,
Do you want to know the worst thing about being your TA? Aside from the obvious frustrations, of course, I hate that there are things I simply can’t talk to you about because sharing them with you would constitute a conflict of interest. I know you’re worried as hell about Cara and what she’s discovered, and you’re right to suspect that she knows exactly what’s going on with us. After my meeting with her yesterday, there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s known all semester. The good news is I can virtually guarantee that she won’t utter a word.
Unfortunately, I can’t tell you why. It remains to be seen if I’ll ever share what’s transpired between me and Cara. All I can hope is that my assurances are appeasing you, and that you’re not wasting time worrying about a situation that I have total control over.
I won’t pretend that my handling of this little crisis has been “pretty.” In fact, I feel kind of sick about it. I can’t quite put my finger on why, but I’m sure it has a great deal to do with the implications of her blabbing. I’m doing my best to stay positive, however, and focusing my energies on the many things I have to accomplish this week, not the least of which is these Much Ado papers.
I marked a handful of them after dinner, and then out of nowhere, I was struck by blinding inspiration and dropped everything to work on my thesis. I’m not absolutely certain that anything I wrote made sense, especially given the inconsistent way I’ve been approaching my paper lately, but God, it felt good to lose myself in my writing for a couple of hours.
As I sat here working this evening, I came to a realization. You know what I’m really looking forward to? Seeing you sitting across from me on the sofa while I work at my desk.
But enough of that. There are far more important things I want to think about. I can’t articulate how wonderful it felt to finally to tell you that I love you. I’m sure there can’t have been a single doubt in your mind about my feelings for you, but speaking those words? I feel entirely liberated. And have you any idea how comforting it was to hear you say you love me, too? There aren’t adequate adjectives to describe how happy I am right now. Spending time with you this afternoon was an amazing bonus, especially since I thought I wouldn’t see you again until Wednesday!
I know it sounds ridiculous, but our separations always plant seeds of doubt in my mind, allowing fears to run rampant in my heart. An afternoon with you in my arms—an hour of your kisses, your touch, your sweet words—has filled my heart and wiped out my despair, leaving me feeling whole again. Thank you so much for the lovely gift. I look forward to listening to the CD when you have the notes ready to share. I don’t know what else to say, other than thank you, and I love you—so much—I wish I could properly explain how much. As Mistress Ford told her Falstaff, “Heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one day find it.” Or perhaps I’ll steal Walter Bagehot’s idea. He once said in a letter to his wife Eliza that he was at a loss for words and thought he might simply write in big letters I LOVE YOU all the way across the page to emphasize his feelings. Let’s try that out, shall we?
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU…!
Yes, that sums it up quite nicely.
Childishly and unequivocally yours,
~Daniel
xoxoxo…
P.S. I LOVE YOU!
Thursday, April 16
Hey there, gorgeous,
Do you want to know the worst thing about being your TA? Aside from the obvious frustrations, of course, I hate that there are things I simply can’t talk to you about because sharing them with you would constitute a conflict of interest. I know you’re worried as hell about Cara and what she’s discovered, and you’re right to suspect that she knows exactly what’s going on with us. After my meeting with her yesterday, there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s known all semester. The good news is I can virtually guarantee that she won’t utter a word.
Unfortunately, I can’t tell you why. It remains to be seen if I’ll ever share what’s transpired between me and Cara. All I can hope is that my assurances are appeasing you, and that you’re not wasting time worrying about a situation that I have total control over.
I won’t pretend that my handling of this little crisis has been “pretty.” In fact, I feel kind of sick about it. I can’t quite put my finger on why, but I’m sure it has a great deal to do with the implications of her blabbing. I’m doing my best to stay positive, however, and focusing my energies on the many things I have to accomplish this week, not the least of which is these Much Ado papers.
I marked a handful of them after dinner, and then out of nowhere, I was struck by blinding inspiration and dropped everything to work on my thesis. I’m not absolutely certain that anything I wrote made sense, especially given the inconsistent way I’ve been approaching my paper lately, but God, it felt good to lose myself in my writing for a couple of hours.
As I sat here working this evening, I came to a realization. You know what I’m really looking forward to? Seeing you sitting across from me on the sofa while I work at my desk.
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