7:50 p.m. - 2003-10-31
old love letters of a sort
oh god, she really did love me, and think i was a good person. i knew this already, but it is good to hear it straight from the mouth of the past without any doubtable quantity interfering with the translation: no self-consciousness, no desire not to hurt feelings, these words were written only to herself and for all the little bits that are not so flattering there is a stronger overriding current that reaffirms me and my worth to her, and that means a lot, even now.
so....halloween?
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