I know having you here will be distracting, but I can’t help feeling as if your presence will also be so soothing and restorative, that I’ll happily welcome the occasional distraction. How wonderful to set myself a goal and work away for a couple of hours, knowing that once I’ve finished, we’ll be able to kick back and have a drink together, listen to some music, watch a movie, cuddle, neck for hours—
(I don’t know what I’m talking about…I can’t imagine be able to simply neck with you for hours. Five minutes of your kisses and I’m desperate to rip your clothes off…)
Anyway, that’s beside the point. What I mean to say is that I can’t wait to have you here with me (preferably permanently). You will be my muse, and I’ll become prolific in my accomplishments. (Not that I don’t already consider you my muse—because I do—but I long to have you close by all the time.) Have you ever thought about what inspires you, Aubrey? I think about it a lot, and my thoughts always turn to you. You’ve made me view the world in a different light. No, more than that—you’ve helped me actually see light again where previously there had been darkness for month after endless month. I don’t think you’re aware of the profound effect you’ve had on my life.
Two months ago, I was prone to coming unhinged and flying apart without a moment’s notice. You’ve grounded me in a way you’ll never understand—renewed my confidence and restored the lightness in my heart. I wish I could explain, but I hardly understand it myself…wait, my email alert is chirping with an email from you! It’s so late, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again before bed. I can’t wait to read your words, so I’ll close here.
Yours and yours alone,
~Daniel
xoxoxo…
Saturday, April 18
Hello, my sweetheart. Saturday night, and I’m moping around the condo looking forward to Monday. What is my life? I’ve had a rather unfortunate epiphany which somehow I managed to avoid thinking about yesterday. We’ve had our final tutorial together. It pains me that I’ll never get to see you in action like that again. Your eyes light up when you discuss literature. Yesterday was no exception. It was wonderful watching you come alive as you discussed All’s Well That Ends Well with your peers.
(And did you get a load of Cara? Wasn’t that shocking? I’ve seen that side of her from time to time in our meetings. I don’t know why she feels the need to put on the bimbo routine…)
The gift you all chipped in on was very thoughtful, too. Now I know what secret you were keeping, and I forgive you for holding out on me. You were right not to tell me. The fact remains, though, that one of the things I enjoyed most this semester is over. Will we still have fascinating conversations about books and authors we love when classes come to an end? God, I hope so…
Saying that—when classes come to an end—is surreal now. I can’t believe we’re almost there. Monday, two days from now—it’s the LAST CLASS! What will we do when we walk out of that room and you’re launched into exam hell as we wait for April 30 and the final for Martin’s class? We won’t see each other at all, nor should we—you’ll be busy studying, and I want you to focus on your exams—but the thought of all that time apart is awful. Ten days? Jesus. And I thought Easter weekend was never-ending!
On the other hand, one more class and we’re free of the very thing that’s kept us apart all these long weeks. Well, not entirely free, but it’s the beginning of the end, which allows us to finally contemplate “the beginning” for us, and surely that’s good enough.
I suppose I need to change my mindset. This is our final “test.” The last obstacle we have to cross before what can only be called sweet victory. And I fully intend to do a victory dance. With you. Naked. Bed optional. (What did you say the night of our first kiss? You were afraid we’d end
(I don’t know what I’m talking about…I can’t imagine be able to simply neck with you for hours. Five minutes of your kisses and I’m desperate to rip your clothes off…)
Anyway, that’s beside the point. What I mean to say is that I can’t wait to have you here with me (preferably permanently). You will be my muse, and I’ll become prolific in my accomplishments. (Not that I don’t already consider you my muse—because I do—but I long to have you close by all the time.) Have you ever thought about what inspires you, Aubrey? I think about it a lot, and my thoughts always turn to you. You’ve made me view the world in a different light. No, more than that—you’ve helped me actually see light again where previously there had been darkness for month after endless month. I don’t think you’re aware of the profound effect you’ve had on my life.
Two months ago, I was prone to coming unhinged and flying apart without a moment’s notice. You’ve grounded me in a way you’ll never understand—renewed my confidence and restored the lightness in my heart. I wish I could explain, but I hardly understand it myself…wait, my email alert is chirping with an email from you! It’s so late, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again before bed. I can’t wait to read your words, so I’ll close here.
Yours and yours alone,
~Daniel
xoxoxo…
Saturday, April 18
Hello, my sweetheart. Saturday night, and I’m moping around the condo looking forward to Monday. What is my life? I’ve had a rather unfortunate epiphany which somehow I managed to avoid thinking about yesterday. We’ve had our final tutorial together. It pains me that I’ll never get to see you in action like that again. Your eyes light up when you discuss literature. Yesterday was no exception. It was wonderful watching you come alive as you discussed All’s Well That Ends Well with your peers.
(And did you get a load of Cara? Wasn’t that shocking? I’ve seen that side of her from time to time in our meetings. I don’t know why she feels the need to put on the bimbo routine…)
The gift you all chipped in on was very thoughtful, too. Now I know what secret you were keeping, and I forgive you for holding out on me. You were right not to tell me. The fact remains, though, that one of the things I enjoyed most this semester is over. Will we still have fascinating conversations about books and authors we love when classes come to an end? God, I hope so…
Saying that—when classes come to an end—is surreal now. I can’t believe we’re almost there. Monday, two days from now—it’s the LAST CLASS! What will we do when we walk out of that room and you’re launched into exam hell as we wait for April 30 and the final for Martin’s class? We won’t see each other at all, nor should we—you’ll be busy studying, and I want you to focus on your exams—but the thought of all that time apart is awful. Ten days? Jesus. And I thought Easter weekend was never-ending!
On the other hand, one more class and we’re free of the very thing that’s kept us apart all these long weeks. Well, not entirely free, but it’s the beginning of the end, which allows us to finally contemplate “the beginning” for us, and surely that’s good enough.
I suppose I need to change my mindset. This is our final “test.” The last obstacle we have to cross before what can only be called sweet victory. And I fully intend to do a victory dance. With you. Naked. Bed optional. (What did you say the night of our first kiss? You were afraid we’d end
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