i never did mention what was it that box
this box
one of my favorite books
the beach by alex garland
it was a movie
the one with leonardo decaprio
the book was better
the books always better
moving on
like ten burned cds
went in the box
a tiny
like airplane tiny
bottle of tequila (its his favorite, go figure the kid from texas likes tequila)
a victoria secret and Fredrick's of hollywood catalog
his room mates really like the other magazine
this was the best i could do
i also baked him 3 different kinds of cookies
lace cookies, and oatmeal, and peanut butter blossoms ( the hershey kiss kind)
i vacuum sealed them
ultimate freshness
well iraq fresh...
oh yeah pictures too.
he feels left out
all his guys have their girlfriends in their helmets
apparently im helmet material?
never thought of myself like that
i think that might be it
besides my note explaining things
and my letter
in response to his letter
im still blown away, a love letter, to me?
to me?
i think im more excited about him getting it then he is
he just really wants the letter, hes too cute.
even on the other side of the world i feel lucky
im sure that makes me look like sucha sucker
sucha a hopeless romantic bitch
oh well.
thats my confession then.
im a hopeless romantic bitch
im a sucker
and maybe im wasting my time
maybe im wasting my feelings
wasting all the love i have to give
but is any love given a waste?
thats one to swish around the pallet for an extra second or two
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