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~jacob is a sweetheart~
I'll be the first to admit this, but I'm a rather shy boy and since music is the most eloquent form of communication I can muster, I decided to pick out our song, which is track number two in your playlist, as a sort of a "reply" to the breathtaking letter you left me. This is what I wanted so badly to you but I could never quite put it into words. Everything about you is beautiful. You're an immensely charming girl with a wonderful heart and more grace and elegance than I would ever know how to describe. You a true princess from a dreamy fairy tale; a modern Anna. I'm terribly sorry it's taken me such a long time to say this but I figured today was the perfect time.
I had the privilege of meeting you last year, around this time. We bonded over chat and the weird things you Aussies say. I remember talking to you about Baltimore and about how one day, we'll go there together. Together, I feel as if you and I can take over the world. Let's just say if I was Da Vinci, you'd be my Mona Lisa and I'd paint a smile perfectly on you, even though your smile could light up a whole night. I know in the last few months, we haven't really talked as much because time zones and school just love to get in the way, but I always want you to know that I am always there for you no matter what. You are my rock, my best friend, and I hope that one day, I have the privilege of meeting you and walk around Baltimore like true Americans.
Yours Truly, Jacob.
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August 20, 2015 5:44am UTC
its not that i don't want you its just i don't know how to love you like i used to so intense and so profound
i thought of you while in the shower, and i thought of how nice it would be to have your things among my things along the bathtub's edge, and i imagined myself running out of soap and using yours and wearing you to work, and the grocery store and i imagined that night, lying down beside you and smelling your neck and finding out where all my soap had gone.
learn to love the fool in you, the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. it alone protects you against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom you also harbor and who would rob you of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for your fool. ~theodore isaac rubin