September 19, 2018

B.,

I want to listen to every song you've ever heard, and every song you ever will. I feel that music gives some insight into people's minds and people's souls, and I feel that I connect with you better than anyone else through music. It physically hurts me to listen to a song that I know you'd love and not be able to be there and experience it with you together. I've spent many days listening through your playlists and every song of yours I hear makes me fall in love with you more. Your mind sees the same kind of beauty mine does in the sounds and voices contained in the music you listen to. I want to spend every day for the rest of my life under the influence of you, of your mind, of your appreciation for art and beauty. You awaken something in me that nobody else does.

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It is perhaps times like these that one reflects on things past. An article of clothing from when I was young. A green jacket. A walk with my father. A game we once played. Pretend we're faeries.

I'm a girl faerie. My name is Laura Lee. 

And you're a boy faerie. Your name is Tita Lee. 

Pretend, when we're faeries we fight each other, and I say - Stop hitting me I'll die! 

And you hit me again and I say - Now I have to die. 

And then you say - But I'll miss you. 

And I say - But I have to.

And you'll have to wait a million years to see me again. 

And I'll be put in a box, and all I'll need is a tiny glass of water and lots of tiny pieces of pizza and the box will have wings like an airplane.

And you'll ask - Where will it take you?

And I say - Home

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 -Synecdoche, New York.