A Letter to a Friend
Dear &*@^!,
I apologize for the internet stalking that led to me getting your email, this Nick Rossum, and I'm about to say some weird shit, so please bear with me.
As the title implies, I was in line to see Mr. Gaiman read on Saturday at Gunn High School in Palo Alto, and I was checking girls out as they walked to the back of the line, when I saw a girl in a green dress and black, high-heeled boots, who instantly caught my attention. My eyes wandered across her and to her face... and I recognized her as the first girl I ever kissed. My heart began pumping, my fingers felt tense, I spent the remainder of the wait outside the theatre staring across the quad at your silhouette.
As the night progressed, I forced myself to not look around the theatre. To not know where you were, to ignore you, to forget about you. We have scarcely spoken, it seems to be a mutually silent agreement, and it seemed inappropriate to break it. But every time I heard cheers or laughter, my ears tried to filter out your voice from the crowd. I restrained myself, and got back to my friend's house in Mountain View without seeing you again, but you did not leave my mind.
Last night, I dreamed of you, of talking things out with you. Of reconnecting, reuniting. Perhaps, healing. Today, I've thought of you... too much, and had too many other things that lead me to a single conclusion about my feelings for you.
I feel for you with an intensity unlike anyone else I have ever known.
Somehow, I've given you some part of myself, and I would like it back. I suspect that if it were that easy, you would simply return it. You seem to want nothing to do with me, and I cannot blame you, from what I can tell, you have a happy life without me, and I don't want to upset it.
But the fact is, you live near me, or near enough that I've now run into you twice in the past year, randomly and unintentionally. I've dealt with what you mean to me by burying feelings for almost six years, and exchanging those few words with you at Fanime left me weak in the knees and my mind reeling.
So understand my reluctance to ask for the favor I need to ask here.
I would like to talk to you. I don't even know you any more, and I'd like to, if only because that might be an exorcism for the intensity of emotion you cause in me. Also... we were friends once, and I think we could be again. And I think I would like that, and that you might, as well.
Yours in truth,
Nick Rossum
I don't write much any more, but I really felt that this is one of the lovelier things I've produced in a while, and so that it would be almost a sin to not put it up for my friends. I hope it's not taken the wrong way by anyone... but I'm not sure I expect a response, so the recipient will probably never hear about this, and hopefully she won't be offended if she does.
I apologize for the internet stalking that led to me getting your email, this Nick Rossum, and I'm about to say some weird shit, so please bear with me.
As the title implies, I was in line to see Mr. Gaiman read on Saturday at Gunn High School in Palo Alto, and I was checking girls out as they walked to the back of the line, when I saw a girl in a green dress and black, high-heeled boots, who instantly caught my attention. My eyes wandered across her and to her face... and I recognized her as the first girl I ever kissed. My heart began pumping, my fingers felt tense, I spent the remainder of the wait outside the theatre staring across the quad at your silhouette.
As the night progressed, I forced myself to not look around the theatre. To not know where you were, to ignore you, to forget about you. We have scarcely spoken, it seems to be a mutually silent agreement, and it seemed inappropriate to break it. But every time I heard cheers or laughter, my ears tried to filter out your voice from the crowd. I restrained myself, and got back to my friend's house in Mountain View without seeing you again, but you did not leave my mind.
Last night, I dreamed of you, of talking things out with you. Of reconnecting, reuniting. Perhaps, healing. Today, I've thought of you... too much, and had too many other things that lead me to a single conclusion about my feelings for you.
I feel for you with an intensity unlike anyone else I have ever known.
Somehow, I've given you some part of myself, and I would like it back. I suspect that if it were that easy, you would simply return it. You seem to want nothing to do with me, and I cannot blame you, from what I can tell, you have a happy life without me, and I don't want to upset it.
But the fact is, you live near me, or near enough that I've now run into you twice in the past year, randomly and unintentionally. I've dealt with what you mean to me by burying feelings for almost six years, and exchanging those few words with you at Fanime left me weak in the knees and my mind reeling.
So understand my reluctance to ask for the favor I need to ask here.
I would like to talk to you. I don't even know you any more, and I'd like to, if only because that might be an exorcism for the intensity of emotion you cause in me. Also... we were friends once, and I think we could be again. And I think I would like that, and that you might, as well.
Yours in truth,
Nick Rossum
I don't write much any more, but I really felt that this is one of the lovelier things I've produced in a while, and so that it would be almost a sin to not put it up for my friends. I hope it's not taken the wrong way by anyone... but I'm not sure I expect a response, so the recipient will probably never hear about this, and hopefully she won't be offended if she does.