A Message

Dear Andrea of two New Years' ago:

You'll find happiness, not in the way you think though.

You'll find fantastic friends, not them though.

You'll end up with a boy, he's very affectionate, not him though. It's not supposed to be him.

Hold out for better. You find it, I promise.

I love you, even if you don't yet.

Always the same answer

Times you ask me if I'm okay:

• When a gory/violent/sad scene comes on while we're watching a movie
• When I trip and you catch me
• When I'm too unresponsive on msn
• When I put my head down on my desk
• When I look a little sad on webcam
• When your hands are a couple milimetres away from where they want to go

Times I am okay:

• When you are with me

im anxious im sad please come back home soon i miss you

synchronized

I've been speechless a lot lately. No not speechless, wordless.

There are words to describe the feeling of your skin.

There are words to describe the way we act like we've known each other forever.

There are words to describe conversations that last as late as and also start at 5am.

There are words to describe laughing and kissing at the same time.

I'd describe what I need to find words for, to make looking for them easier, but that doesn't make sense.

Well, I'm not going to use the word love.

The closest I can come

would be Ours.

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I am nice.
She's so nice.
What a nice person.
Just nice.
Nice.

Nice means nothing.

Wrong

I am sitting here telling you not to hurt yourself, while the blood from my anxiety for you runs down my face.

What a wonderful world we live in.

Inverted

Why me?

I've asked that before, but never with so much disbelief.

Asking that question has never made me smile before.