Dear Harttz

Dear Harttz,


Recently, I’ve been using a new chat and I notice you there – so close its as if I could touch you. But I know I can’t. Rather, I know I won’t.

Someone reminded me this week how you used to ask me, “Why are you so patient with me?” If you could see through my cloud of anger, you would see that something in me is in love with something everything in you.

Do you remember when I said I adore you? I do, perhaps more than either of us will even experience. I looked at my buddy list, and you were gone, but I remember you there, back when you were working on your degree. Randomly since then, I remember you being online at night and being awakened to those memories (or surrendered to those dreams).

It seems to me that you worked so hard to keep me out, but time and again I stumbled in like a drunk fool seeking a place to sleep out the stupor. Is that really how it was? You must know that I had no intent with you when I broke these things.

I would give anything…
– to be close to you
– tell you how I love you
– for you to listen and let it all in

Dear Harttz, if you’re out there, if you read this… if anything… give me some sign that I’m not alone in this feeling. I told you I was going to do something, and I am still going to do that. It will be soon.

Avec amour,

Posted Saturday, September 29th, 2012 under Dear Harttz....

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