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I don't really like this. It feels wildly out of character. Blech. Whatever.
Javier
I've thought about this a thousand times. I've thought about saying the words, telling you what you mean. Telling you…
I've written this letter at least six times. I've tried and tried and tried and nothing ever comes out just right. It always come out sounding cheesy or stupid or like something Castle would write.
Hell, I'm not even sure I like this one. So far it seems better than all the ones crumpled up in my trash can, but, well, I'm not finished yet. Here's hoping it doesn't go as bad as the rest.
People don't write like they talk. I realize this as I re-read the ridiculousness of this letter. I sound different on paper. Kinda like a lovesick schoolgirl.
I considered tossing this one out too, you know. But, at this rate, I'll never get it down.
I don't really know what to say. Or rather, how I want to say it. It's more difficult that people make it seem. The whole world is saying ti, and I'm getting all tripped up. Figures.
I kinda love you.
Hmm. That was easier than I thought.
I love you.
Really easy actually. Once I admitted it to myself. Makes it easier to admit it to you.
Then again, they're just words on a piece of paper. I can't imagine that saying them is nearly as easy. I imagine it's a lot more difficult. And involves a lot of painful looks from you.
That's why I'm writing it down. That way I never have to look at your face. Never have to see the disgust.
So…
I love you.
These are just words on a piece of paper.
A piece of paper you'll never see.
Kevin