Sunday, February 1, 2015

Dear Seth,

For the past 4 hours I've known what you look like. Oh. My. Fucking. God. You're the guy from my dreams. You're beautiful. Shit, shit and double shit. I am so screwed. *laughs*

Finding your picture makes me feel a little better. I don't tell people, but I know what is going on with me. I'm so scared. And seeing your face make it almost worth going through what I am. God I'm so fucking masochistic.

I don't know if you still look at this blog or not, but I am going out on a limb here. At 11:11 am, February 14th, I will be at Peet's Coffee, in your town... not too far from where you live. I'm quite sure you know where it is. This is the last time I'll be in California, please be there.

p.s. I love you

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