Dear friend,
I know I said a lot of things about my last letter, and how it really was my last letter. But so much has happened and there hasn't really been anyone to tell them to because I can't bring myself to bother Sam and Patrick on the weekends when they come home from college. I told Sam about this and what she said made me feel really good. "Charlie, we all have our own stories because we've been away for a whole week. Just because we're coming home from college doesn't make any difference from you taking a weekend break from High School. Okay?"
She made me feel better about it but I still didn't tell her because then that would've made it seem like I wanted her to tell me like it was okay and I didn't. I just preferred hearing about college than telling her about High School because she told her stories better and because her stories were more exciting than mine were.
Anyway. What has happened, is that I've made a few friends that aren't anything like Sam and Patrick but I've learned not to make comparisons when I realized that they didn't appreciate music and things like that as much as Sam, Patrick, and I did as a group. They appreciated it in a way that they could relate to it and that's fine. It just made me feel empty or weird somehow like I had been listening to my songs with the wrong pair of ears.
So I've tried listening to the songs that I used to love and using their ears instead. I imagined just relating to them and then I got really sad, and I cried because Asleep by the Smiths is probably the most depressing song to relate back to and it made me wonder what the song was really about and if the singer wrote it with hands that appreciated music or hands that related to music or if there were other different kinds of hands.
I've written enough and it's really late here. I have school in the morning.
Incidentally, Sam called me yesterday and I think we might be dating because of what happened before she left. She arranged a date at the Big Boy and everything. I'm excited but also sort of nervous because I still feel the same about her as I did when we first met.
Love always,
Charlie.