To: Girl!,
so, i say i've been writing you letters. you know, just those short little love notes to pass the time- how's your day, i love you, keep it real- something in that vein.

To: Girl,
so, i see that you've been taking these notes down, dotting every t and crossing every eye- much to the same result of every letter written. the point comes across, you know a point- like a dot!

To: girl,
and many days would pass like this, repetition leaking through these pages of old notebooks. and we walk, hand in hand- the notes magically appearing and dissapearing between classes. talking is a forgein concept to us, but hey. we've got our words. sometimes i long for something more, but these notes balance sanity, at least.

to: girl,
so, i suppose that this is getting illegible. confusing, and a tad bit emotional for our standard run of the mill silent conversations- but this is life, this is up and down. i'll take the black ink, the blue ink, apply it to my ego.

to: whomever it may concern,
dear friend, i am cordially writing to inform you that i no longer know you. this hurt, this suffering, this strain between us has caused some unknown animosity. i apologize for the vocabulary, i never was very good at writing these notes. i suppose common courtesy would dictate that i state the following:

how are you doing these days (as i've forgotten to remember and i've lately wondered why)? i also would implore that you keep it real (allthough, i never did understand myself in saying so).

signed: boy,

09/25/2003

Author's Note: i'm not sure that i like this form- it was my attempt at melding prose in with a semi-poetic beat pattern... but whatever. help?

Posted on 09/26/2003
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