up in the back seat doing a naked mambo? That’s exactly what my victory dance will be—a naked mambo. I will start selecting the music tonight.)
And speaking of music, I’ve just listened to your CD and read the notes you wrote. So incredibly beautiful. Can I tell you my favorite part? I’m sure you could easily guess, but I’ll tell you anyway. The Ingrid Michaelson song and the words you wrote to accompany it—
“You can catch me, Daniel. I will let you—that’s how much I love you. I hope you understand the significance of those words—how hard they are for me to say. For me, they are the weightiest of all…”
Do you have any idea how I felt when I read those lines, Aubrey? Knowing you’ll allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let me help you is the greatest gift you could give me. So now all I can think about is how to be there for you over the many days we’ll be apart. How can I let you know I’m there rooting for you and cheering you on as you work through the final days of your university career? Surely there’s a more meaningful way, other than emails and phone calls, to remind you each and every day how much I love and cherish you.
Without spending any money.
Damn you.
(I’m shaking my fist at you right now.)
But you know I’m creative and stubborn as fuck (sorry to say, you’ve met your match, poppet) and I’ve got the acorn of an idea rolling around in my head, which I fully intend to put into action tomorrow. I’ve cleared my busy schedule (HAHA!) and will spend the day preparing a wonderful surprise for you. If I’m to get it finished tomorrow, though, I’ll have to make an early start of it, so I’m going to turn in now and set my alarm for the butt crack of dawn.
I hope you’re having a good weekend. I miss you horribly.
Yours,
~Daniel
xoxoxo…
Sunday, April 19
How’s my beautiful girl this evening? I’m exhausted. I was right to assume this little idea of mine would take some time to execute, but I’ve done it. All my ducks are in a row.
Here’s my plan: I’m going to make you a card for every day we’ll be apart until the end of exams—one for you to open every day. I’ve been all over hell’s half acre with my camera today, taking pictures of all the places we’ve been during our “courtship.” Then, late this afternoon, I settled in to do some reading, looking for appropriate literary references to accompany the pictures. I’m hoping to give the cards to you tomorrow, before our ten-day separation begins.
Cool idea, right? My grandfather would be proud. (Actually, the more I think about it, the more I realize he’d probably tell me to stop faffing around and get some work done. But it’s too late to back out now.) I hope you’ll enjoy opening each card and find the memories inspired by the pictures and words just as wonderful as I do.
For now, I must close. Before I turn in, I still have to write the individual messages inside the cards, and I have another early start tomorrow—a morning meeting with my dad. I called him earlier to let him know I’m really busy and might not be able to make it, but he insisted that he had something important to discuss. Ever the man of mystery, he wouldn’t tell me what it was about.
I suppose meeting with him now is a good idea, anyway. I’d like to get his okay to use the cottage for the May 1st weekend. Fingers crossed he’s in a good mood and feeling conciliatory because I’ve got my heart set on taking you up there. I feel comfortable and at home at the cottage, and it’s far enough away from Toronto and the chaos that’s surrounded us for the last couple of months that I can’t help thinking it’s the perfect locale for our first weekend together.
It’s also really beautiful. I can already imagine you lying naked in front of the fire as you hold your hand out, beckoning me to join you. This is not a fantasy I’m prepared to abandon. I can’t wait to give you the greatest of all
And speaking of music, I’ve just listened to your CD and read the notes you wrote. So incredibly beautiful. Can I tell you my favorite part? I’m sure you could easily guess, but I’ll tell you anyway. The Ingrid Michaelson song and the words you wrote to accompany it—
“You can catch me, Daniel. I will let you—that’s how much I love you. I hope you understand the significance of those words—how hard they are for me to say. For me, they are the weightiest of all…”
Do you have any idea how I felt when I read those lines, Aubrey? Knowing you’ll allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let me help you is the greatest gift you could give me. So now all I can think about is how to be there for you over the many days we’ll be apart. How can I let you know I’m there rooting for you and cheering you on as you work through the final days of your university career? Surely there’s a more meaningful way, other than emails and phone calls, to remind you each and every day how much I love and cherish you.
Without spending any money.
Damn you.
(I’m shaking my fist at you right now.)
But you know I’m creative and stubborn as fuck (sorry to say, you’ve met your match, poppet) and I’ve got the acorn of an idea rolling around in my head, which I fully intend to put into action tomorrow. I’ve cleared my busy schedule (HAHA!) and will spend the day preparing a wonderful surprise for you. If I’m to get it finished tomorrow, though, I’ll have to make an early start of it, so I’m going to turn in now and set my alarm for the butt crack of dawn.
I hope you’re having a good weekend. I miss you horribly.
Yours,
~Daniel
xoxoxo…
Sunday, April 19
How’s my beautiful girl this evening? I’m exhausted. I was right to assume this little idea of mine would take some time to execute, but I’ve done it. All my ducks are in a row.
Here’s my plan: I’m going to make you a card for every day we’ll be apart until the end of exams—one for you to open every day. I’ve been all over hell’s half acre with my camera today, taking pictures of all the places we’ve been during our “courtship.” Then, late this afternoon, I settled in to do some reading, looking for appropriate literary references to accompany the pictures. I’m hoping to give the cards to you tomorrow, before our ten-day separation begins.
Cool idea, right? My grandfather would be proud. (Actually, the more I think about it, the more I realize he’d probably tell me to stop faffing around and get some work done. But it’s too late to back out now.) I hope you’ll enjoy opening each card and find the memories inspired by the pictures and words just as wonderful as I do.
For now, I must close. Before I turn in, I still have to write the individual messages inside the cards, and I have another early start tomorrow—a morning meeting with my dad. I called him earlier to let him know I’m really busy and might not be able to make it, but he insisted that he had something important to discuss. Ever the man of mystery, he wouldn’t tell me what it was about.
I suppose meeting with him now is a good idea, anyway. I’d like to get his okay to use the cottage for the May 1st weekend. Fingers crossed he’s in a good mood and feeling conciliatory because I’ve got my heart set on taking you up there. I feel comfortable and at home at the cottage, and it’s far enough away from Toronto and the chaos that’s surrounded us for the last couple of months that I can’t help thinking it’s the perfect locale for our first weekend together.
It’s also really beautiful. I can already imagine you lying naked in front of the fire as you hold your hand out, beckoning me to join you. This is not a fantasy I’m prepared to abandon. I can’t wait to give you the greatest of all
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