Day 1
May 18, 2008
Thus begins a segment I’d like to call ‘dear Christopher’. I’m writing you a letter at the end of every day that I don’t talk to you. Just to get out everything I want to say to you, as a way to cope with not talking.
It has only been a day so far, and it’s already hard not to seek comfort in your cute little mannerisms. What the hell have you done to me, for real? I’m so damn dependant on you. It’s just sad. Which is why I’m doing this. I can’t wait around for you expectantly, when in the end, I’m always disappointed. I love you very much, but I have to break away from you if we’re ever going to work again. Which you know, of course. It’s just about time I actually forced myself to do it. For the benefit of us both. Maybe now you know how I felt when you tried to do this to me? I doubt it.
Anyway,
Good night my baby. I wish I could hear your voice.
