I've got three essays to do. Jeffrey is away, so I figure I'd better get started.
I've eaten two little travel cases of cheddar pringles and two capri suns I think I'm ready to work- after I shower.
Today I had the weirdest feeling of love rush through me. Like a pleasing change in weather, or the smell of freshly mowed grass as you walk by the park, I saw him. His name is MP, but he's very handsome, much like Jeff. He reminds me of Jeff too in a sense. He was wearing a Hollister shirt and I'm nearly certain he's a good writer. So many similarities and yet I know he's not the right one. It scared me to think people like him could exist that he wasn't one of a kind, but it settles me to know that of that kind, he is the one for me. Jeffrey is the kind of his kind that only I could need. It's funny to think of and perhaps the thought may discourage him, but I hope it settles him to know that even with the similar looks and voice and height and strength- MP is NOT Jeffrey Lee Owens. That guy who can kiss my lips softly and roughly, the guy who can shake my timbers at the change of his season. He moves me as nature because he is the force that corrodes and rebuilds. Oh no, I dare not think of it as luck or effort that got us here in this love, but merely a way of nature. The way it probably always has been since we died and were reborn or since God sent us to Earth bound by our ancestral wit to one another.
Perhaps.
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