re: Unimportant subject matter

euphues:

11:17PM 5.3.2013
I have again reached our burrow. I like the weekly sojourn, even given all the missed opportunities, having definitely developed as a person, grown from the challenges and hardships that have occurred since January - the same time-period in which the book takes place. And, he mets his love again on February 20th, each of them having changed.

I love you S. Just to look into your eyes over tea, the understanding we have shared between us. I was always striving for perfection without properly respecting what I, what we, had. Should we meet again, our relationship would become so much stronger from our absence and reflection. My entire outlook on life has changed.

Come with me to Portugal? Or, barring that, join me for tea? Perhaps you’re already in the Adirondacks with your parents - I know that was happening in May, they having looked forward to seeing me. Anyway, I was a damned fool. I am sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. I am just down the street, keeping the flowers you brought me alive. Wherever I dwell, you are welcome.

Love is an overgrown knot garden, its roots extending over and under, weaving through any walls which once sought to contain it. 11:47PM

There is a reason the picturesque garden first arose in Great Britain, at the specific historical moment when it did. 11:51PM

Likewise, people like me exist because there are people like you; and people like you exist because there are people like me. I get carried away constructing worlds. You question, analyze, and help us build the best world from these endlessly variable potential realities. The realities I spark, for better or worse (and, before the break up, from my {now managed} stress response to a series of chaotic and absurd contingencies, for the worse), you question, revise, or complete. You complete me. We can still build a beautiful future together. I love you. 12:02AM