I wonder if he’ll call…

shit. I think that’s counterproductive to the whole “never looking back” thing…

What can I say? I’m a romantic… 6 years ago

Cary,
Originally, I was going to write a long letter to accompany these poems, but truthfully, I’m too damn tired. I’m tired of being pathetic, being tethered to people because I love them too much. You seem to be avoiding me, never returning calls or emails. That’s alright. I have very little to say to you that is not hidden in these poems. Read them and know that you inspired a level of creativity in me that I have yet to reencounter, but read them also knowing that I have moved past you, and past the pathetic, pining person who I used to embody, and now makes my skin crawl.

“Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one’s thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world.”
- Wolfgang Von Goethe

Always,
Audrey

Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you.
By now, you should have, some how, realied what you have to do.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. 6 years ago

I had a weird dream about this last night.
I didn’t much like it. 6 years ago

I’m trying to decide whether or not it is incredibly vain to start the first part of this next weekend as opposed to now. See, now I look like a puffy, bruised chipmunk still, and if this happens to be (good chance) the last time I see HIM... well, let’s just say it’s a little difficult to yearn for a small wisdom-toothless rodent.

Plus, I want a little time to think on this and it’s ramifications. It just makes it that much more special.

Oh and I guess I need to write the letter. Yeah.

Next weekend it is. 6 years ago